e talking, but Doctor Copeland did not listen or speak. No Karl Marx or on. Karl Marx talked about Joe

    Louis. on spoke mostly of t  t on t staring at th angry misery.

    Doctor Copeland clamped eet so muc on and Karl Marx and illiam and Portia, about true purpose  t of tell it all to til t, telling . But t listen or understand.

    eacrained.  listen or look at anything around him.

    in a corner like a man o table and the old man said grace.

    But Doctor Copeland did not eat out a pint ,bottle of gin, and ttle from mouto mout also.  in rigid silence, and at last  and left t a fareruto him.

    ense and  t. t day o Mr. Singers room. t blunted t h himself once more.

    of t  occurred. As arted doairs e man carrying a large paper sack and o ters so t t te man eps t a time,  looking, and t Doctor Copeland  sick and breathless.

    C! I didnt see you.’

    Doctor Copeland looked at  made no answer.

    e man once before. unted, brutal-looking body and the huge, awkward hands.

    terest e mans face, for in range, fixed, and hdrawn look of madness.

    Sorry, said te man.

    Doctor Copeland put er and passed on.

    I ? Jake Blount asked. all, quot; t just come out of here?’

    t. ted a boable. Singer sat ilted back and s, looking out of the window.

    I bumped into eps and o look at me so dirty.’

    Jake put table.  Singer did not knooucheshoulder.

    I didnt mean to bump into oact like t.’

    Jake s t into t