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Bosco! He eats em alive! Eats em alive! Brissenden exclaimed, imitating the spieler of a locally famous snake-eater. I could certainly eat you alive, Martin said, in turn running insolent eyes over the others disease-ravaged frame. Only Im not worthy of it? On the contrary, Martin considered, because the incident is not worthy. He broke into a laugh, hearty and wholesome. I confess you made a fool of me, Brissenden. That I am hungry and you are aware of it are only ordinary phenomena, and theres no disgrace. You see, I laugh at the conventional little moralities of the herd; then you drift by, say a sharp, true word, and immediately I am the slave of the same little moralities. You were insulted, Brissenden affirmed. I certainly was, a moment ago. The prejudice of early youth, you know. I learned such things then, and they cheapen what I have since learned. They are the skeletons in my particular closet. But youve got the door shut on them now? I certainly have. Sure? Sure. Then lets go and get something to eat. Ill go you, Martin answered, attempting to pay for the current Scotch and soda with the last change from his two dollars and seeing the waiter bullied by Brissenden into putting that change back on the table. Martin pocketed it with a grimace, and felt for a moment the kindly weight of Brissendens hand upon his shoulder. |
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