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The Sacred and the Profane
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"Iknowwhatyoumeant...Iknewitthen,too."
Hewaslookingstraightather.Sheloweredhereyes.
Heremainedsilent;whenhespokeagain,hisvoicewasgay."Theworstthingaboutpeopleisnottheinsultstheyhandout,butthecompliments.Icouldn’tbearthekindtheyspoutedtonight,particularlywhentheykeptsayinghowmucheverybodyneedsme—they,thecity,thecountryandthewholeworld,Iguess.Apparently,theirideaoftheheightofgloryistodealwithpeoplewhoneedthem.Ican’tstandpeoplewhoneedme."Heglancedather."Doyouneedme?"
Sheanswered,hervoiceearnest,"Desperately."
Helaughed."No.NotthewayImeant.Youdidn’tsayitthewaytheydo."
"HowdidIsayit?"
"Likeatrader—whopaysforwhathewants.Theysayitlikebeggarswhouseatincupasaclaimcheck."
"I...payforit,Hank?"
"Don’tlookinnocent.YouknowexactlywhatImean."
"Yes,"shewhispered;shewassmiling.
"Oh,tohellwiththem!"hesaidhappily,stretchinghislegs,shiftingthepositionofhisbodyonthecouch,stressingtheluxuryofrelaxation."I’mnogoodasapublicfigure.Anyway,itdoesn’tmatternow.
Wedon’thavetocarewhattheyseeordon’tsee.They’llleaveusalone.It’scleartrackahead.What’sthenextundertaking,Mr.