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(
"
Excuse
me
,
Mr
.
Ullman
,
but
isn
’
t
this
the
…
"
)
…
office
,
with
its
file
cabinets
,
Ullman
’
s
big
desk
,
a
blank
reservations
book
for
next
year
already
in
place
-
never
misses
a
trick
,
that
Ullman
-
all
the
keys
hanging
neatly
on
their
hooks
(
except
for
one
,
which
one
,
which
key
,
passkey
-
passkey
,
passkey
,
who
’
s
got
the
passkey
?
if
we
went
upstairs
perhaps
we
’
d
see
)
and
the
big
two
-
way
radio
on
its
shelf
.
He
snapped
it
on
.
CB
transmissions
coming
in
short
,
crackly
bursts
.
He
switched
the
band
and
dialed
across
bursts
of
music
,
news
,
a
preacher
haranguing
a
softly
moaning
congregation
,
a
weather
report
.
And
another
voice
which
he
dialed
back
to
.
It
was
his
father
’
s
voice
.
"
-
kill
him
.
You
have
to
kill
him
,
Jacky
,
and
her
,
too
.
Because
a
real
artist
must
suffer
.
Because
each
man
kills
the
thing
he
loves
.
Because
they
’
ll
always
be
conspiring
against
you
,
trying
to
hold
you
back
and
drag
you
down
.
Right
this
minute
that
boy
of
yours
is
in
where
he
shouldn
’
t
be
.
Trespassing
.
That
’
s
what
he
’
s
doing
.
He
’
s
a
goddam
little
pup
.
Cane
him
for
it
,
Jacky
,
cane
him
within
an
inch
of
his
life
.
Have
a
drink
Jacky
my
boy
,
and
we
’
ll
play
the
elevator
game
.
Then
I
’
ll
go
with
you
while
you
give
him
his
medicine
.
I
know
you
can
do
it
,
of
course
you
can
You
must
kill
him
.
You
have
to
kill
him
,
Jacky
,
and
her
,
too
.
Because
a
real
artist
must
suffer
.
Because
each
man
-
"
His
father
’
s
voice
,
going
up
higher
and
higher
,
becoming
something
maddening
,
not
human
at
all
,
something
squealing
and
petulant
and
maddening
,
the
voice
of
the
Ghost
-
God
,
the
Pig
-
God
,
coming
dead
at
him
out
of
the
radio
and
"
No
!
"
he
screamed
back
.
"
You
’
re
dead
,
you
’
re
in
your
grave
,
you
’
re
not
in
me
at
all
!
"
Because
he
had
cut
all
the
father
out
of
him
and
it
was
not
right
that
he
should
come
back
creeping
through
this
hotel
two
thousand
miles
from
the
New
England
town
where
his
father
had
lived
and
died
.
He
raised
the
radio
up
and
brought
it
down
,
and
it
smashed
on
the
floor
spilling
old
clocksprings
and
tubes
like
the
result
of
some
crazy
elevator
game
gone
awry
,
making
his
father
’
s
voice
gone
,
leaving
only
his
voice
,
Jack
’
s
voice
,
Jacky
’
s
voice
,
chanting
in
the
cold
reality
of
the
office
:
