"More fun to know than wish--look than dream."
"Not many agree with that."
"They don't know enough--look far enough. If you're going to get
yourself free--you've got a lot of illusion to hack through first."
"Do you feel really free?"
I shook my head. "Not free at all. But I do feel I know what freedom
is--what it means--what it's for. Maybe that's as near as you can
get--these days."
He went to the toilet and washed--in an absent-minded, habitual manner.
"Hot night."
"Hot."
"You've been told your number was up before now. I've been considering
that. You know what it's like."
"Sure."
"What's it like?" He asked it eagerly, and yet academically, as if
there were a formula for the reply.
"Changes from minute to minute."
"I suppose so." He seemed disappointed.
That was when we started for Longchamps.
He took the bag along. He always does....
He ordered one Tom Collins. The tall glass was sweating even before the
waiter could bring it from the bar.
"How are you--fixed?"