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"Somebody had to teach Jones to use his talent; somebody had to show him how to exploit it. That person was a fat, perspiring salesman in a pink-stripe shirt and yellow-lemon dacron trousers, driving a battered Buick. He was a sloppy, easy-going, vice-saturated creature, smelling of sweat and years of wandering travel. And he was a great, dreaming swindler."