Fine tuning - 2 (Mr. Trouble)

"This person, this thing I prefer to call Trouble, this nightmare being who emerged from the depths of nowhere, masqueraded himself as thirty-year-old U.P.S. deliveryman with muscular, well-toned body and an angry expression in his eyes. No, anger doesn’t do justice to what I saw in that face. Fury would be closer to it, I think, or perhaps rage, or even homicidal madness." (p. 117)

“Are you Nathan?” he asked. “Nathan fucking Glass?”
“That’s right,” I said. “But my middle name isn’t Fucking. It’s Joseph.” (p.118)