confidence, confidence is the trick

Gigantically he strode
into every room simultaneously
in one smooth motion, his presence
almost unbearable, yet
he bore it
with characteristic elan
- not his, but somebody's
characteristic. Elan
was something he preferred
to borrow, rather than
cultivate. There was
never a shortage available,
and anyway its uses
were limited to
special cases
and trying circumstances
best left untried. He shook
something undefined off
his shoulders, stretched
like a man om the rack
and collapsed into his easy
ramrod posture,
surveying the scene
like a man in the hammock, owning
everything and lacking only
the daiquiri to wash it down
with. "This," he thought
to himself, out loud
"is going to be a
pip!" Eyes
sweeping up all
present in a net of
contact, he basically

dared

you to agree with him.
It was his sweet trick,
and that's how he
done
begun