He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. “You cannot seriously believe,” he said, “that at the present moment I care a
snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not. Sheila knew that the Eat & Shop on the corner of 53rd
and Oleson was a flimsy front for an all-in-the-family
whorehouse. I cannot tell you
much about it, but my bad times are over for the present. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. She lingered over
donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and
placket, double knotting her long scarf. Blue haze had settled beyond the
black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet
that began the night sky. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. He has
helped me out of scrapes though, no end of times.
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