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           "It’sbetterthanitwas."

           "Iseethat,baby.ThisissomethingIknowmoreaboutthanyou."Hestoodupandsatdownonthebed."Thekneeitselfisagoodjob."Hewasthroughwiththeknee."Tellmeallabouteverything."

           "There’snothingtotell,"Isaid."I’veledaquietlife."

           "Youactlikeamarriedman,"hesaid."What’sthematterwithyou?"

           "Nothing,"Isaid."What’sthematterwithyou?"

           "Thiswariskillingme,"Rinaldisaid,"Iamverydepressedbyit."Hefoldedhishandsoverhisknee.

           "Oh,"Isaid.

           "What’sthematter?Can’tIevenhavehumanimpulses?"

           "No.Icanseeyou’vebeenhavingafinetime.Tellme."

           "AllsummerandallfallI’veoperated.Iworkallthetime.Idoeverybody’swork.Allthehardonestheyleavetome.ByGod,baby,Iambecomingalovelysurgeon."

           "Thatsoundsbetter."

           "Ineverthink.No,byGod,Idon’tthink;Ioperate."

           "That’sright."

           "Butnow,baby,it’sallover.Idon’toperatenowandIfeellikehell.Thisisaterriblewar,baby.YoubelievemewhenIsayit.Nowyoucheermeup.Didyoubringthephonographrecords?"

           "Yes."

           Theywerewrappedinpaperinacardboardboxinmyrucksack.Iwastootiredtogetthemout.

           "Don’tyoufeelgoodyourself,baby?"

           "Ifeellikehell."

           "Thiswaristerrible,"Rinaldisaid."Comeon.We’llbothgetdrunkandbecheerful.Thenwe’llgogettheashesdragged.Thenwe’llfeelfine."

           "I’vehadthejaundice,"Isaid,"andIcan’tgetdrunk."