"He flipped away the dead match and blew a stream of gray into the
evening. A sly look came over his face. 'Lady,' he said, 'nowadays,
people’ll do anything anyways. I can tell you my name is Tom T.
Shiftlet and I come from Tarwater, Tennessee, but you never have
seen me before: how you know I ain’t lying? How you know my name
ain’t Aaron Sparks, lady, and I come from Singleberry, Georgia, or
how you know it’s not George Speeds and I come from Lucy, Alabama,
or how you know I ain’t Thompson Bright from Toolafalls,
'I don’t know nothing about you,' the old woman muttered,
'Lady,' he said, 'people don’t care how they lie. Maybe the best I
can tell you is, I’m a man; but listen lady,' he said and paused
and made his tone more ominous still, 'what is a man?'"