AtD 212 spoiler

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"They all lived in fear of the Governor, forever to and fro in
Jeshimon and apt to arrive anywhere in town without warning.  What
impressed a first-time viewer was not any natural charisma, for he had
none, but rather a keen sense of something wrong in his appearance,
something pre-human int he face, the sloping forehead and clean-shaven
upper lip, which for any reason, or none, would start back into a
simian grin which was suppressed immediately, producing a kind of
dangerous smirk that often lingered for hours, and which, when
combined with his glistening stare, was enough to unnerve the boldest
of desperadoes.  Though he believed that the power that God had
allowed to find its way to him required a confident swagger, his gait
was neither earned nor, despite years of practice, authentic, having
progressed in fact little beyond an apelike trudge."

*ahem*

Maybe I'm reading too much into it.