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           Yousetthedialsanditfollowsthroughallthestepslikeanautomaticwasher."

           "Whydidn’therunforit?"

           "He’stired,righttohisboneshe’stired.Andhe’sdisgusted.He’sgotsomemoney.HewantstogobacktoSicily."

           "Istilldon’tgetitaboutthestore."

           "He’slikeme.Icantakecareofchiselers.That’smyjob.Anhonestmangumsupmyworks,throwsmeskyhigh.That’swhathappenedtohim.Oneguydidn’ttrytocheathim,didn’tsteal,didn’twhine,didn’tchisel.Hetriedtoteachthesuckertotakecareofhimselfinthelandofthefreebuttheboobcouldn’tlearn.Foralongtimeyouscaredhim.Hetriedtofigureoutyourracket,andhediscoveredyourracketwashonesty."

           "Supposehewaswrong?"

           "Hedoesn’tthinkhewas.Hewantstomakeyouakindofmonumenttosomethinghebelievedinonce.I’vegottheconveyanceoutinthecar.Allyouhavetodoisfileit."

           "Idon’tunderstandit."

           "Idon’tknowwhetherIdoornot.Youknowhowhetalks—likecornpopping.I’mtryingtotranslatewhathetriedtoexplain.It’slikeamanismadeacertainwaywithacertaindirection.Ifhechangesthat,somethingblows,hestripsagear,hegetssick.It’slikea—well,likeado-it-yourselfpolicecourt.Youhavetopayforaviolation.You’rehisdownpayment,kindof,sothelightwon’tgoout."

           "Whydidyoudriveouthere?"

           "Don’tknowexactly.Hadto—maybe—sothelightwon’tgoout."

           "Oh,God!"

           Thestorecloudedupwithclamoringkidsanddampwomen