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When he is twenty, he has a new job, he works in a warehouse(Roy, you done a lotta work, Steve Macnamara has said to him, don't let anyone tell ya different, and the boys appreciate it, you're goin' placesHe makes himself say, Yeah, but Whitey's on the payroll, I done as much work as himNow, listen, Roy, listen, don't let anyone hear ya talkin' like that, Jesus, they'll be thinkin' you're a sorehead, you built up a name heah for yourself, you don't want to be takin' chances with it
One night he goes out to Cambridge to see a girl, but she has stood him upHe ends by walking through the streets, and wandering along the banks of the CharlesThe goddam bitch, none of them can fool me, they all put out for the right guy, but they just don' gimme a chance, the caards are stacked against me, it's the goddam breaks I just never get themI work my ass off at the club, and what does it get me?
He sits down on a bench, and looks at the water languidly flowingThe lights from the Harvard Houses are reflecting in itWork your ass off, work, work, work, and who the hell gives a damn, you're just stuck, if I'd had some big dough she'da been waitin' around for me, and with her legs ready to spread too, I bet she ran off with some Jewboy who's got the doughI don't know, they always grab all the money, grab, grab, grab, you'd think that was all there was in life
Two Harvard undergraduates pass, and he stiffens in momentary panicI wonder if I can sit hereJesus, I shouldn'ta sat down
I just held my breath, I tell you, that extension of Markova's was the most superbly terrifying thing I have ever seen, it was, oh, simple and subtle and just tremendous, terriFYING, absolutely terrifying
Coupla fairies, what kind of crap was that, talkin' like a bunch of womenHe turns around and looks at the lights in the Harvard buildingsSomebody ought to wipe out all those mother-fuggersHe watches the automobiles speeding past on Memorial DriveGo ahead, hit the gas, hit it, hit it, go as fast as you goddam please, and break your goddam necksThat Harvard, goddam lefty outfit, somebody ought to blow up the fuggin place, work your ass off so some of those goddam fairies can sit around and act like women, life of Riley, how do they rate it, aah, the caards are never shuffled right, I'd like to kill every one of the mother-fuggers, there ought to be a man to take care of them, somebody ought to drop a bomb
He sits on the bench for over an hour, calms at las