 What is alluring about Haron Gorka’s posting to Matilda?
She had been known to say that there are over a billion men in the world, a goodly percentage of whom are eligible bachelors, and that the right one would come along simply because she had been waiting for him. She had not yet seen the pen pal section of the current Literary Review , and because the subject matter of that magazine was somewhat highbrow and cosmopolitan, she could expect a gratifying selection of pen pals. Someone in Nebraska wanted to trade match books; someone in New York needed a midwestern pen pal, but it was a woman; an elderly man interested in ornithology wanted a young chick correspondent interested in the same subject; a young, personable man wanted an editorial position because he thought he had something to offer the editorial world; and— Matilda read the next one twice. 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. Matilda asked him where she could find Haron Gorka. "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. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing; but she knew that she'd rather not return home and face the widow Penshaws, at least not for a while yet. 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...." "I mean anyone would like to correspond with Haron Gorka. Haron Gorka...." "If I can't enjoy an association with Haron Gorka directly, I still could get the vicarious pleasure of your contact with him. Each one of you will tell me about Haron Gorka, sparing no details.
 His mystique, and the ideas Matilda projects on him.
 His mystique, and the ideas Matilda projects on him.  His ego and mystique. He doesn’t say a lot about himself.  He’s well traveled, so he must have important things to share.m  His ego. She loves how much he has to say about himself,