I do the work O.K. I guess. But everything else is hard. I talk to myself. At least in law school I had roommates. I didn’t like them, but we could always talk. About how we didn’t like law school. Here I come back to this apartment—and I admit the apartment is my fault, I don’t have very good taste—anyway, I come back to the apartment at 10 p.m. and talk to myself. Approximately the same conversation every night. “Work hard today, Charlie?” “Nothing special. Usual fifteen hours.” “If you were as slick as some, you could have done it in twelve. I suppose you’d like a drink.” “Don’t mind if I do.” “I suppose you still drink rye.” “I suppose I’m still a hick.” “Why don’t you go back to New Hampshire? Do a little work for the electric company. Get backed for the state legislature. Go home where people notice your hard work. I suppose you’re going to work this Sunday?” “Only a half day.” “Why not the whole day? You got anything better to do?”
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