"Not a biography," Norman said, shaking his head. "Far too trite. And why give the media what it wants?"

He moved back toward the back of his cell, leaning against the wall once more. His eyes didn't leave Spider-Man, bright and focused even in the dim light.

"Or you what you want. But that's what this is -- you wanted to see the truth for yourself, didn't you? Were you worried you would come here to find a jack-in-the-box in my cell instead of me?"