Imitating the example of Mr. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. Mr. . There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged, white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who wanted a Companion. Spurlock snatched the check out of Ruth's hands and ran to the window. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way.
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