On a side street by Times Square a homeless man stood up from his pile of belongings and said, "You are Christ. You are Antichrist." three hundred and thirty three times. Then he said in a hoarse voice, "the man of the future will meet the man of the present." Then he looked around. Then he smiled and nodded as if someone were smiling at him and nodding. Then he folded back down into his pile of oblivion.