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". . Why don’t you come up and eat with us?”

“I cant. Good luck Nevada.” The whisky warm in his stomach, tingling in his fingers, Jimmy Herf stepped out into seven o’clock Park Avenue, whirring with taxicabs, streaked with smells of gasoline and restaurants and twilight."

"Spring puckering our mouths, spring giving us gooseflesh grows gigantic out of the droning of sirens, crashes with enormous scaring din through the halted traffic, between attentive frozen tiptoe blocks."

"He groped his way in the dark to the door. Outside the arctic morning was growing gray with dawn. He hurried back to his room. He wanted to get into bed and be asleep before it was light."

"Ducking his head into the sleety wind he walked quickly east along Seventy second. At the subway entrance he bought a Tribune and hustled down the steps to the jammed sour smelling platform."

"He gritted his teeth. After this I got to have some luck. . . . I got to have some luck."

“Martin used to say: Everything would be so much better if suddenly a bell rang and everybody told everybody else honestly what they did about it, how they lived, how they loved. It’s hiding things makes them putrefy. By God it’s horrible. As if life wasn’t difficult enough without that.”

“I read and keep silent. I am one of the silent watchers. I know that every sentence, every word, every picayune punctuation that appears in the public press is perused and revised and deleted in the interests of advertisers and bondholders. The fountain of national life is poisoned at the source.”

"The sun’s moved to Jersey, the sun’s behind Hoboken."

“I’m going to eat a small steak and onions.”

“Not if you’re intending to spend the afternoon with me, Mr. Herf.”

“Oh all right. Ruth I lay my onions at your feet.”

"He grabbed his hat and ran out the door and down the six flights of white stone stairs past the brass buttons and chocolate livery of the elevator boy, out through the hall that had pink marble pillars in to Seventy-second Street. It was dark and blowy, full of ponderous advancing shadows and chasing footsteps."