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that would attract prospective employers? I had the good judgment to come home as soon as possible."
    "Don't feel blue, precious."
    " 'Blue? I am afraid that I never feel 'blue.' "
    "Now don't be nasty. You'll get a nice job. You only been on the streets a few days," his mother said and looked at him.
    "Ignatius, was you wearing that cap when you spoke to the insurance man?"
    "Of course I was. That office was improperly heated. I don't know how the employees of that company manage to stay alive exposing themselves to that chill day after day. And then there are those fluorescent tubes baking their brains out and blinding them. I did not like the office at all. I tried to explain the inadequacies of the place to the personnel manager, but he seemed rather uninterested. He was ultimately very hostile."
    Ignatius let out a monstrous belch. "However, I told you that it would be like this. I am an anachronism. People realize this and resent it."
    "Lord, babe, you gotta look up."
    "Look up?" Ignatius repeated savagely. "Who has been sowing that unnatural garbage into your mind?"
    "Mr. Mancuso."
    "Oh, my God! I should have known. Is he an example of
    'looking up?"
    "You oughta hear the whole story of that poor man's life. You oughta hear what this sergeant at the precinct's trying . . ."
    "Stop!" Ignatius covered one ear and beat a fist on the table. "I will not listen to another word about that man. Throughout the centuries it has been the Mancusos of the world who have caused wars and spread diseases. Suddenly the spirit of that evil man is haunting this house. He has become your Svengali!"
    "Ignatius, get a holt of yourself."
    "I refuse to 'look up.' Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse.
    Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery."
    "I ain't miserable."
    "You are."
    "No, I ain't."
    "Yes, you are."
    "Ignatius, I ain't miserable. If I was, I'd tell you."
    "If I had demolished private property while intoxicated and had thereby thrown my child to the wolves, I would be beating my breast and wailing. I would kneel in penance until my knees bled. By the way, what penance has the priest given you for your sin?"
    "Three Hail Mary's and a Our Father."
    "Is that all?" Ignatius screamed. "Did you tell him what you did, that you halted a critical work of great brilliance?"
    "I went to confession, Ignatius. I told Father everything. He says, 'It don't sound like your fault, honey. It sounds to me like you just took a little skid on a wet street.' So I told him about you. I says 'My boy says I'm the one stopping him from writing in his copybooks. He's been writing on this story for almost five years.' And Father says, 'Yeah? Well, don't sound too important to me. You tell him to get out the house and go to work.' "
    "No wonder I cannot support the Church," Ignatius bellowed.
    "You should have been lashed right there in the confessional."
    "Now tomorrow, Ignatius, you go try some other place. They got plenty jobs in the city. I was talking to Miss Marie-Louise, the old lady works in the German's. She's got a crippled brother with a earphone. He's kinda deaf, you know? He got himself a good job over by the Goodwill Industries."
    "Perhaps I should try there."
    "Ignatius! They only hire blind people and dummies to make brooms and things."
    "I am certain that those people are pleasant co-workers."
    "Let's us look in the afternoon's paper. Maybe they got a nice job in there!"

    "If I must go out tomorrow, I am not leaving the house so early. I felt very disoriented all the while I was downtown."
    "You didn't leave here until after lunch,"
    "Still, I was not functioning properly. I suffered several bad dreams last night. I awoke bruised and muttering."
    "Here, listen to this. I been seeing this ad in the paper every day," Mrs. Reilly said, holding the newspaper very close to her eyes. " 'Clean, hard-worker man-‘”
    "That's 'hard-working.”
    " 'Clean, hard-working man, dependable, quite type. . . .'"
    " 'Quiet