(and i imagine never mind Joe agreeably cheerfully remarked when surrounded by fat stupid animals the jewess shrieked the messiah tumbled successfully into the world the animals continued eating. And i imagine she, and heard them slobber and in the darkness) stood sharp angels with faces like Jim Europe XIV it really must be Nice, never to have no imagination)or never never to wonder about guys you used to(and them slim hot queens with dam next to nothing on)tangoing (while a feller tries to hold down the fifty bucks per job with one foot and rock a cradle with the other)it Must be nice never to have no doubts about why you put the ring on(and watching her face grow old and tired to which you’re married and hands get red washing things and dishes)and to never, never really wonder i mean about the smell of babies and how you know the dam rent’s going to and everything and never, never Never to stand at no window because i can’t sleep(smoking sawdust cigarettes in the middle of the night XV ITEM this man is o so Waiter this;woman is please shut that the pout And affectionate leer interminable pyramidal,napkins (this man is oh so tired of this a door opens by itself woman.) they so to speak were in Love once? now her mouth opens too far and:she attacks her Lobster without feet mingle under the mercy. (exit the hors d’œures) XVI it started when Bill’s chip let on to the bulls he’d bumped a bloke back in fifteen. Then she came toward him on her knees across the locked room. he knocked her cold and beat it for Chicago. Eddie was waiting for him, and they cleaned up a few times--before she got the info from a broad that knew Eddie in Topeka, went clean daffy, and which was very silly hocked the diamond he gave her. Bill was put wise that she was coming with his kid inside her. He laughed. She came. he gave her a shove and asked Eddie did he care to ride her? . . . .she exactly lay, looking hunks of love in The Chair he kept talking about eyes XVII IKEY(GOLDBERG)’S WORTH I’M TOLD $ SEVERAL MILLION FINKLESTEIN(FRITZ)LIVES AT THE RITZ WEAR earl & wilson COLLARS XVIII ? why are these pipples taking their hets off? the king & queen alighting from their limousine inhabit the Hotel Meurice (whereas i live in a garret and eat aspirine) but who is this pale softish almost round young man to whom headwaiters bow so? hush--the author of Women By Night whose latest Seeds Of Evil sold 69 carloads before publication the girl who goes wrong you