Percival had become a name associated with the actions of limp-wristed, panty-waisted sissies rather than the sagas of a Celtic hero. Unlike the tireless, physically powerful Knight of the Round table, his classmate had seemed to be afflicted with aliments that made him chronically weak and unable to cope with the roughhousing in the schoolyard. Everyone thought that the kid was a spineless coward and treated him like a sissy. As a consequence, the little boy became psychologically isolated and longed for the company of boys who would like him. He gravitated to the other outcasts of the schoolyard and failed to develop an interest in girls that would have justified his existence in the eyes of his peers.

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