I am Gordon Warner. I am because I want to make the acquaintance of people nation like that on this side I am the kind. I do not speak the English language well for the mistakes excuse me.
I live in Hungary in Europe.

I'm too weird to live but too much rare to die

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Some people think I'm quiet. It's either that they don't know me well or cuz I don't waste my breath on people that annoy me

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He was announced under the name of Count Vardalek- -the name being Hungarian. But he spoke German well enough: not with the monotonous accentuation of Hungarians, but rather, if anything, with a slight Slavonic intonation. His voice was peculiarly soft and insinuating. We soon afterwards found that he could talk Polish, and Mlle Vonnaert vouched for his good French. Indeed, he seemed to know all languages. But let me give my first impressions. He was rather tall with fair wavy hair, rather long, which accentuated a certain effeminacy about his smooth face. His figure had something - I cannot say what - serpentine about it. The features were refined; and he had long, slender, magnetic-looking hands, a somewhat long sinuous nose, a graceful mouth, and an attractive smile, which belied the intense sadness of the expression of the eyes. When he arrived his eyes were half closed--indeed they were habitually so--so that I could not decide their color. He looked worn and wearied. I could not possibly guess his age.

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