tenceofanyreallydeepemotions.Howcouldhe?He’sgotnoexperienceofsuchthings.He’teverbepresentatatragie,becauseasewherethere’safatmaisn’ttragic,it’sic.JustimagiHamlet,forinstance!OrOliverHardyagRomeo.FunnilyenoughI’dbeenthinkingsomethingofthekindonlyafewdaysearlierwhenIwasreadinganovelI’dgotoutofBoots.WastedPassion,itwascalled.Thechapioryfindsoutthathisgirlhasgoneoffwithanotherchap.He’sohesechapsyoureadaboutihathavepalesensitivefaddarkhairandaprivateine.Iremembermoreorlesshowthepassagewent:

    Davidpacedupanddowntheroom,hishandspressedtohisforehead.Thenewsseemedtohavestunnedhim.Foralongtimehecouldnotbelieveit.Sheilauohim!Itcouldnotbe!Suddenlyrealizationrushedoverhim,ahefaallitsstarkhorror.Itwastoomuch.Heflunghimselfdoaroxysmofweeping.

    Anyway,itwentsomethinglikethat.Ahetimeitstartedmethinking.Thereyouhaveit,yousee.That’showpeople—somepeople—areexpectedtobehave.Buthowaboutachaplikeme?SupposeHildawentoffforaweek-endwithsomebodyelse--notthatI’dcareadamn,infactitwouldratherpleasemetofindthatshe’dstillgotthatmuchkickleftinher—butsupposeIdidcare,wouldIflingmyselfdoaroxysmofweeping?Wouldanyoneexpectmeto?Youcouldn’t,withafigurelikemiwouldbedhtobse.

    Thetrainwasrunningalonganemba.Alittlebelowusyoucouldseetheroofsofthehousesstretgonandoleredroofswherethebombsaregoingtodrop,abitlightedupatthismomentbecausearayofsunshinewascatgthem.Funnyhowwekeeponthinkingaboutbombs.Ofcoursethere’sionthatit’singsoon.Youtellhowcloseitisbythecheer-upstuffthey’retalkingaboutitintheneer.Iwasreadin