YESTERDAY, four boys of tender age found a case of whisky. The case was stolen in a robbery from the railway. All the bottles were empty but one and the boys made merry with the liquor. When the police heard of the incident they sent a doctor to the scene. The youths were troublesome to the doctor and sent to the cottage hospital in a bad state.
'Look at it this way. A man takes a job, you know? And that job - I mean, like that - that becomes what he is. You know, like - you do a thing and that's what you are. Like I've been a cabbie for thirteen years. Ten years at night. I still don't own my own cab. You know why? Because I don't want to. That must be what I want. To be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. You understand? I mean, you become - you get a job, you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn. One guy lives in Sutton Place. You got a lawyer. Another guy's a doctor. Another guy dies. Another guy gets well. People are born, y'know? I envy you, your youth. Go on, get laid, get drunk. Do anything. You got no choice, anyway. I mean, we're all fucked. More or less, ya know.
'I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard. '
Later that night Friends of Venus managed to persuade her that it was a good time to leave her tree protest, especially as she was obviously weak from her five days of fasting.
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