Jim Larwill is a figment of many people's imaginations. It has been rumoured he is an unemployed middle-aged male. Recent sightings of this shadowy figure have been documented in the vicinity of a cabin in the Gatineau hills. Here Jim has been seen wandering the woods reciting rhythmic sermons to trees and rocks. Motivated by raw lust and self-loathing, Jim has become a wraithlike cliché of himself. Jim is a contemptible hierarchal stereotype; a slap in the face of romantic idealism; a ridiculous symbol that has lost privilege in society. Jim is a pornographic image that has no humanity.