An exert from the book

I am a little nervous about putting this out there, but fear (unless appearing in the guise of an armed murderer) is to be welcomed as a signpost pointing the way to growth. One must overcome and abandon the dreaded ego. So here goes, just a couple of paragraphs:

##He stood and assayed his surroundings. Red and silver maples, sycamores, and swamp white oaks stood in the direction his European carriage pointed from its embedded station in the muddy grass just off the Parkway. The sound of the cars zooming behind him, not one of them had stopped, not a single caring or curious individual had come to his aid. He assessed his appearance in the streaked side mirror. His soiled collar all askew, tufts of grass protruded from behind it springing from his nape in an area that rendered them impossible to dislodge without disrobing. It was evening and too cold to be without a jacket, even for a moment. His face was streaked in greenish brown. He observed his hands were of the same hue, the turfed sludge extending up past his wrists, over his double cuffs and underneath the sleeves of his ruined jacket. His now mired, dishevelled car with its jagged rear parts and immoveable vulgarity, he noted, was analogous of his own appearance. 

He reached a muddy mitt into the inside pocket of his jacket and flicked open the phone. He dialled his insurance company. After briefly holding he was directed to higher powers and a polite supervisor who advised him they would send a towing service imminently. He reminded them of the car in question and they guaranteed him the best towing company, the safest most expedient service appropriate for the most valued of customers. He completed the relatively painless transaction then dialled home.##