 Why was Mr. Gorka so strange?
Intelligent, somewhat egotistical male who's really been around, whose universal experience can make the average cosmopolite look like a provincial hick, is in need of several female correspondents: must be intelligent, have gumption, be capable of listening to male who has a lot to say and wants to say it. The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda. Haron Gorka—the nationality could be anything. He had no nationality for all intents and purposes; he was an international man, a figure among figures, a paragon.... "I said, where can I find Haron Gorka?" First place, I don't know any Haron Gorka—" Matilda kept the alarm from creeping into her voice. Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. As far us the gentry of Cedar Falls was concerned, Haron Gorka did not exist. Certainly a man as well-educated as Haron Gorka would be an avid reader, and unless he had a permanent residence here in Cedar Palls, one couldn't expect that he'd have his own library with him. This being the case, a third-rate collection of books was far better than no collection at all, and perhaps the librarian would know Mr. Haron Gorka. "I'm looking for—" "Haron Gorka." I never did trust this Mr. Gorka...."
 he wasn't who Matilda thought he was
 he was insane  his expectations were so high  he wasn't who Matilda thought he was  he was already married