I don’t quite know why. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. Businesswomen in pointy-toed shoes swooned coyly in his direction, tipping their noses over their glossy magazines to admire 273 him.
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