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Dimly
,
through
the
pleasant
stupor
of
relaxing
,
of
sprawling
back
in
his
chair
and
smiling
,
he
knew
that
this
was
the
enjoyment
he
wanted
:
to
be
himself
.
To
be
himself
—
he
thought
,
in
the
drugged
,
precarious
state
of
floating
past
the
deadliest
of
his
blind
alleys
,
the
one
that
led
to
the
question
of
what
was
himself
.
"
You
see
,
he
belonged
to
the
Tinky
Holloway
faction
.
It
was
pretty
much
of
a
seesaw
for
a
while
,
between
the
Tinky
Holloway
faction
and
the
Chick
Morrison
faction
.
But
we
won
.
Tinky
made
a
deal
and
agreed
to
scuttle
his
pal
Bertram
in
exchange
for
a
few
things
he
needed
from
us
.
You
should
have
heard
Bertram
howl
!
But
he
was
a
dead
duck
and
he
knew
it
.
"
He
started
on
a
rolling
chuckle
,
but
choked
it
off
,
as
the
haze
cleared
and
he
saw
his
wife
’
s
face
.
"
Jim
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
is
that
the
sort
of
.
.
.
victories
you
’
re
winning
?
"
"
Oh
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
!
"
he
screamed
,
smashing
his
fist
down
on
the
table
.
"
Where
have
you
been
all
these
years
?
What
sort
of
world
do
you
think
you
’
re
living
in
?
"
His
blow
had
upset
his
water
glass
and
the
water
went
spreading
in
dark
stains
over
the
lace
of
the
tablecloth
.
"
I
’
m
trying
to
find
out
,
"
she
whispered
.
Her
shoulders
were
sagging
and
her
face
looked
suddenly
worn
,
an
odd
,
aged
look
that
seemed
haggard
and
lost
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
!
"
he
burst
out
in
the
silence
.
"
I
’
m
not
to
blame
!
I
have
to
take
things
as
I
find
them
!
It
’
s
not
I
who
’
ve
made
this
world
!
"
He
was
shocked
to
see
that
she
smiled
—
a
smile
of
so
fiercely
bitter
a
contempt
that
it
seemed
incredible
on
her
gently
patient
face
;
she
was
not
looking
at
him
,
but
at
some
image
of
her
own
.
"
That
’
s
what
my
father
used
to
say
when
he
got
drunk
at
the
corner
saloon
instead
of
looking
for
work
.
"
"
How
dare
you
try
comparing
me
to
—
"
he
started
,
but
did
not
finish
,
because
she
was
not
listening
.
Her
words
,
when
she
looked
at
him
again
,
astonished
him
as
completely
irrelevant
.
"
The
date
of
that
nationalization
,
September
second
,
"
she
asked
,
her
voice
wistful
,
"
was
it
you
who
picked
it
?
"
