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"
And
what
the
deuce
is
that
?
"
Martin
asked
.
"
Men
,
intelligent
men
,
and
not
the
gibbering
nonentities
I
found
you
consorting
with
in
that
trader
’
s
den
.
You
read
the
books
and
you
found
yourself
all
alone
.
Well
,
I
’
m
going
to
show
you
to
-
night
some
other
men
who
’
ve
read
the
books
,
so
that
you
won
’
t
be
lonely
any
more
.
"
"
Not
that
I
bother
my
head
about
their
everlasting
discussions
,
"
he
said
at
the
end
of
a
block
.
"
I
’
m
not
interested
in
book
philosophy
.
But
you
’
ll
find
these
fellows
intelligences
and
not
bourgeois
swine
.
But
watch
out
,
they
’
ll
talk
an
arm
off
of
you
on
any
subject
under
the
sun
.
"
"
Hope
Norton
’
s
there
,
"
he
panted
a
little
later
,
resisting
Martin
’
s
effort
to
relieve
him
of
the
two
demijohns
.
"
Norton
’
s
an
idealist
—
a
Harvard
man
.
Prodigious
memory
.
Idealism
led
him
to
philosophic
anarchy
,
and
his
family
threw
him
off
.
Father
’
s
a
railroad
president
and
many
times
millionnaire
,
but
the
son
’
s
starving
in
’
Frisco
,
editing
an
anarchist
sheet
for
twenty
-
five
a
month
.
"
Martin
was
little
acquainted
in
San
Francisco
,
and
not
at
all
south
of
Market
;
so
he
had
no
idea
of
where
he
was
being
led
.
"
Go
ahead
,
"
he
said
;
"
tell
me
about
them
beforehand
.
What
do
they
do
for
a
living
?
How
do
they
happen
to
be
here
?
"
"
Hope
Hamilton
’
s
there
.
"
Brissenden
paused
and
rested
his
hands
.
"
Strawn
-
Hamilton
’
s
his
name
—
hyphenated
,
you
know
—
comes
of
old
Southern
stock
.
He
’
s
a
tramp
—
laziest
man
I
ever
knew
,
though
he
’
s
clerking
,
or
trying
to
,
in
a
socialist
coöperative
store
for
six
dollars
a
week
.
But
he
’
s
a
confirmed
hobo
.
Tramped
into
town
.
I
’
ve
seen
him
sit
all
day
on
a
bench
and
never
a
bite
pass
his
lips
,
and
in
the
evening
,
when
I
invited
him
to
dinner
—
restaurant
two
blocks
away
—
have
him
say
,
‘
Too
much
trouble
,
old
man
.
Buy
me
a
package
of
cigarettes
instead
.
’
He
was
a
Spencerian
like
you
till
Kreis
turned
him
to
materialistic
monism
.
I
’
ll
start
him
on
monism
if
I
can
.
Norton
’
s
another
monist
—
only
he
affirms
naught
but
spirit
.
He
can
give
Kreis
and
Hamilton
all
they
want
,
too
.
"
"
Who
is
Kreis
?
"
Martin
asked
.
"
His
rooms
we
’
re
going
to
.
One
time
professor
—
fired
from
university
—
usual
story
.
A
mind
like
a
steel
trap
.
Makes
his
living
any
old
way
.
I
know
he
’
s
been
a
street
fakir
when
he
was
down
.
Unscrupulous
.
Rob
a
corpse
of
a
shroud
—
anything
.
Difference
between
him
—
and
the
bourgeoisie
is
that
he
robs
without
illusion
.
He
’
ll
talk
Nietzsche
,
or
Schopenhauer
,
or
Kant
,
or
anything
,
but
the
only
thing
in
this
world
,
not
excepting
Mary
,
that
he
really
cares
for
,
is
his
monism
.
Haeckel
is
his
little
tin
god
.
The
only
way
to
insult
him
is
to
take
a
slap
at
Haeckel
.
"
"
Here
’
s
the
hang
-
out
.
"
Brissenden
rested
his
demijohn
at
the
upstairs
entrance
,
preliminary
to
the
climb
.
It
was
the
usual
two
-
story
corner
building
,
with
a
saloon
and
grocery
underneath
.
"
The
gang
lives
here
—
got
the
whole
upstairs
to
themselves
.
But
Kreis
is
the
only
one
who
has
two
rooms
.
Come
on
.
"
