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[...] You see I still have confidence in you sir, or should I say in the artist who dwells within you, the artist who disdains such mundane details as selecting a fresh shirt in the morning, who steps forth into the workaday world the rest of us inhabit indifferent to the glances he draws because h…

—Damn it Beaton haven’t got time to go through this mess, this the people we’re talking about?
—One of them yes sir, this appeared in an upstate newspaper during their takeover of an ailing textile firm called Eagle . . .
—Couple of blacks, are they?
—No I think not sir that, I believe that’s si…

caught a rise and fall of yellow skirting another stolid mass of blue toward the elevators

—Well damn it I, don’t you think I . . . he came down against the chair drawn up to the typewriter,—writer who can’t even find a pencil, God damn instinct for the jugular told me the reason I don’t finish it I’m afraid to compete with myself, terrible slowness of things in a dream . . . and he tore…

—Oh, then would, would you like to buy some greeting cards then?
—Tom got a boy here selling greeting cards, what grade are you in.
—Six M, Mrs Manzinel . . .
—Tom boy out here working his way through six N selling greeting cards. What’s the greetings.
—Well see these are all occasion cards, li…