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This
was
plain
as
plain
to
Dick
.
He
looked
around
,
hoping
his
eye
would
catch
on
something
,
so
that
spirit
instead
of
imagination
could
carry
on
for
an
hour
.
But
there
was
nothing
and
after
a
moment
he
turned
back
to
Collis
.
He
had
told
Collis
some
of
his
current
notions
,
and
he
was
bored
with
his
audience
’
s
short
memory
and
lack
of
response
.
After
half
an
hour
of
Collis
he
felt
a
distinct
lesion
of
his
own
vitality
.
They
drank
a
bottle
of
Italian
mousseaux
,
and
Dick
became
pale
and
somewhat
noisy
.
He
called
the
orchestra
leader
over
to
their
table
;
this
was
a
Bahama
Negro
,
conceited
and
unpleasant
,
and
in
a
few
minutes
there
was
a
row
.
"
You
asked
me
to
sit
down
.
"
"
All
right
.
And
I
gave
you
fifty
lire
,
didn
’
t
I
?
"
"
All
right
.
All
right
.
All
right
.
"
"
All
right
,
I
gave
you
fifty
lire
,
didn
’
t
I
?
Then
you
come
up
and
asked
me
to
put
some
more
in
the
horn
!
"
"
You
asked
me
to
sit
down
,
didn
’
t
you
?
Didn
’
t
you
?
"
"
I
asked
you
to
sit
down
but
I
gave
you
fifty
lire
,
didn
’
t
I
?
"
"
All
right
.
All
right
.
"
