The Musical Brain: And Other Stories - Plot & Excerpts
Since direct and sincere requests were ineffective, I had to resort to fraud and trickery, always on a small scale, pretending, for example, to be paralyzed, blind, or afflicted with some terrible disease. It wasn’t something I enjoyed at all. One day it occurred to me that I could try a subtler, more ingenious strategy, which, even if it worked only once and wasn’t very lucrative, would at least give me the satisfaction of having carried out a well considered, and, as I saw it, almost artistic plan. I needed someone gullible to come along, preferably in a place where there would be no witnesses. I walked for a while, on my aching feet (they really were aching), through alleys that were all too familiar to me, since I lived and slept in them, until I found a corner that was, I felt sure, well out of the way. That was where I settled down to wait for my prey. I leaned against the wall, half hidden by a Dumpster, holding a shallow box I’d found, which someone must have thrown away: this box was what had given me the idea of trying a trick to get some money.
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