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"
We
’
re
mismated
,
that
’
s
all
.
That
’
s
the
whole
simple
story
.
We
’
re
just
mismated
as
hell
.
You
know
what
she
needs
?
She
needs
some
big
silent
bastard
to
just
walk
over
once
in
a
while
and
knock
her
out
cold
—
then
go
back
and
finish
reading
his
paper
.
That
’
s
what
she
needs
.
I
’
m
too
goddam
weak
for
her
.
I
knew
it
when
we
got
married
—
I
swear
to
God
I
did
.
I
mean
you
’
re
a
smart
bastard
,
you
’
ve
never
been
married
,
but
every
now
and
then
,
before
anybody
gets
married
,
they
get
these
flashes
of
what
it
’
s
going
to
be
like
after
they
’
re
married
.
I
ignored
’
em
.
I
ignored
all
my
goddam
flashes
.
I
’
m
weak
.
That
’
s
the
whole
thing
in
a
nutshell
.
"
"
You
’
re
not
weak
.
You
just
don
’
t
use
your
head
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
,
accepting
a
freshly
lighted
cigarette
from
the
girl
.
"
Certainly
I
’
m
weak
!
Certainly
I
’
m
weak
!
God
damn
it
,
I
know
whether
I
’
m
weak
or
not
!
If
I
weren
’
t
weak
,
you
don
’
t
think
I
’
d
’
ve
let
everything
get
all
—
Aah
,
what
’
s
the
usea
talking
?
Certainly
I
’
m
weak
.
.
.
God
,
I
’
m
keeping
you
awake
all
night
.
Why
don
’
t
you
hang
the
hell
up
on
me
?
I
mean
it
.
Hang
up
on
me
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
going
to
hang
up
on
you
,
Arthur
.
I
’
d
like
to
help
you
,
if
it
’
s
humanly
possible
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
.
"
Actually
,
you
’
re
your
own
worst
—
"
"
She
doesn
’
t
respect
me
.
She
doesn
’
t
even
love
me
,
for
God
’
s
sake
.
Basically
—
in
the
last
analysis
—
I
don
’
t
love
her
any
more
,
either
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
do
and
I
don
’
t
.
It
varies
.
It
fluctuates
.
Christ
!
Every
time
I
get
all
set
to
put
my
foot
down
,
we
have
dinner
out
,
for
some
reason
,
and
I
meet
her
somewhere
and
she
comes
in
with
these
goddam
white
gloves
on
or
something
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
Or
I
start
thinking
about
the
first
time
we
drove
up
to
New
Haven
for
the
Princeton
game
.
We
had
a
flat
right
after
we
got
off
the
Parkway
,
and
it
was
cold
as
hell
,
and
she
held
the
flashlight
while
I
fixed
the
goddam
thing
—
You
know
what
I
mean
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
Or
I
start
thinking
about
—
Christ
,
it
’
s
embarrassing
—
I
start
thinking
about
this
goddam
poem
I
sent
her
when
we
first
started
goin
’
around
together
.
'
Rose
my
color
is
.
and
white
,
Pretty
mouth
and
green
my
eyes
.
’
Christ
,
it
’
s
embarrassing
—
it
used
to
remind
me
of
her
.
She
doesn
’
t
have
green
eyes
—
she
has
eyes
like
goddam
sea
shells
,
for
Chrissake
—
but
it
reminded
me
anyway
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
What
’
s
the
usea
talking
?
I
’
m
losing
my
mind
.
Hang
up
on
me
,
why
don
’
t
you
?
I
mean
it
.
"
The
gray
-
haired
man
cleared
his
throat
and
said
,
"
I
have
no
intention
of
hanging
up
on
you
,
Arthur
.
There
’
s
just
one
—
"
"
She
bought
me
a
suit
once
.
With
her
own
money
.
I
tell
you
about
that
?
"
"
No
,
I
—
"
"
She
just
went
into
I
think
Tripler
’
s
and
bought
it
.
I
didn
’
t
even
go
with
her
.
I
mean
she
has
some
goddam
nice
traits
.
The
funny
thing
was
it
wasn
’
t
a
bad
fit
.
I
just
had
to
have
it
taken
in
a
little
bit
around
the
seat
—
the
pants
—
and
the
length
.
I
mean
she
has
some
goddam
nice
traits
.
"
