Bagley leaned back as Danforth ran them through the wringer, he heard them talking: "it-s hard for a man as old as I am to get a job, oh, it-s so hard!" "another one said:: "oh, baby, it-s cold outside." another: "I get tired of booking and pimping, getting busted, busted, busted.
I need something secure, secure, secure, secure, secure-" another: "all right, I-ve had my fun, now-" another: "I don-t have a trade.
every man should have a trade.
I don-t have a trade.
what am I going to do?" another: "I-ve been all over the world - in the army - I know things." another: "if I had it to do all over again, I-d be a dentist or a barber." another: "all my novels and short stories and poems keep coming back.
Shit, I can-t go to New York and shake the hands of the publishers! I have more talent than anybody but you-ve got to have the inside! I-ll take any kind of job but I am better than any kind of job that I take because I am a genius." another: "see how pretty I am? look at my nose? look at my ears? look at my hair? my skin? the way I act! see how pretty I am? see how pretty I am? see how pretty I am? why doesn-t anybody like me? because I-m so pretty.
they-re jealous, jealous, jealous-" the phone rang again.
SATISFACTORY HELP AGENCY.
Bagley speaking.
you what? you need a deep-sea diver? motherfucker! what? oh, pardon.
