By James Gould Cozzens
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I’m uptight myself. ” Jennie is one of those young female persons who will accept any explanation that has the word vibrations in it. She agreed that we would make it another time, and I picked up the phone again and tried to think of somebody to call. Or someplace to go. Or something to do. And managed to think of none of these things. I came very close to calling you, Lisa, as a matter of fact. The only thing that stopped me was that I didn’t want to hear your voice. I don’t mean that quite the way it sounds.
LARRY: Fine. LISA: Give her my love. LARRY: Will do. LISA: Bye, hon. And don’t forget the check, huh? I’m kind of broke. LARRY: I won’t forget. Outside, away from the air conditioning, the weather had gone to hell along with the rest of my life. It had turned hot and damp, and the air was foul. I took a taxi. Pecuniary emulation, your father would call it. Spending money unnecessarily because one lacks it. Ego food. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t hack the subway. Bleecker Street had never looked bleaker.
Sometimes, God help us, it’s you, wanting to know why the alimony check hasn’t turned up yet. So it was a beautiful day, and my phone was ringing, and I picked up the phone, and in my little world the sun hid behind panther-colored clouds, the carbon-monoxide and sulfurdioxide levels soared, the stock market sank without a trace, and the sword of Damocles began its swift descent. “Laurence Clarke? This is Mr. Finch’s secretary. Mr. ” “In his office,” I said. I have a tendency in moments of stress to repeat the last three words of other people’s sentences.