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第18章

  "Well,andhedon'thaveasgoodcolorashewasgettin'before。Andhe'dbeguntofilloutsome,but——"
  Sheridangaveforthanotherdrychuckle,and,goingroundthetabletoher,pattedherupontheshoulderwithhislefthand,hisrightbeingstillheavilybandaged,thoughhenolongerworeasling。"That'sthewayitiswithyou,mamma——gottotakeyourfrettin'outonewayifyoudon'tanother!"
  "No。Hedon'tlookwell。Itain'texactlythewayhelookedwhenhebeguntogetsickthattime,buthekindo'seemstobelosin',someway。"
  "Yes,hemay'a'lostsomething,"saidSheridan。"Iexpecthe'slostawholeloto'foolishnessbesideshisGod—forsakennotionsaboutwritin'poetryand——"
  "No,"hiswifepersisted。"Imeanhelooksrightpeakid。Andyesterday,whenhewassettin'withus,hekeptlookin'outthewindow。Hewasn'treadin'。"
  "Well,whyshouldn'thelookoutthewindow?"
  "Hewaslookin'overthere。Heneverreadawordallafternoon,Idon'tbelieve。"
  "Look,here!"saidSheridan。"Bibbsmight'a'keptgoin'onovertheretherestofhislife,moonin'onandon,butwhatheheardSibylsaydidonebigthing,anyway。Itwokehimupoutofhistrance。Well,hehadtogoandbustcleanoutwithabang;andthatstoppedhisgoin'overthere,anditstoppedhispoetry,butIreckonhe'sbeguntogetprettyfairpayforwhathelost。
  Iguessagoodmanyyoungmenhavehadtogetoverworrieslikehis;theygottoloseSOMETHINGifthey'regoin'tokeepaheado'theprocessionnowadays——anditkindo'lookstome,mamma,likeBibbsmightkeepquiteaconsiderablelongwayahead。Why,ayearfromnowI'llbetyouhewon'tknowthereeverWASsuchathingaspoetry!Andain'thefunny?Hewantedtosticktotheshopso'shecould'think'!Whathemeantwas,thinkaboutsomethinguseless。Well,Iguesshe'skeepin'hismingprettyoccupiedtheotherwaythesedays。Yes,sir,ittookaprettyfair—sizedshocktogethimoutofhistrance,butitcertainlydidthebusiness。"Hepattedhiswife'sshoulderagain,andthen,withoutanyprefatorysymptoms,brokeintoaboisterouslaugh。
  "Honest,mamma,heworkslikeagorilla!"
  AndsoBibbssatintheporchofthetemplewiththemoney—changers。ButnoOnecametoscourgehimforth,forthiswasthetempleofBigness,andthechangingofmoneywasholyworshipandtruereligion。Thepriestsworethat"settish"lookBibbs'smotherhadseenbeginningtodevelopabouthismouthandeyes——awarylookwhichshecouldnotdefine,butitcomeswithserviceatthetemple;anditwasthemoremarkeduponBibbsforhissharpawakeningtothenecessitiesofthatservicce。
  Hedidaslittle"useless"thinkingaspossible,givinghimselfnotimeforit。Heworkedcontinuously,keepinghisthoughtsstillonhisworkwhenhecamehomeatnight;andhetalkedofnothingwhateverexcepthiswork。Buthedidnotsingatit。Hewasofteninthestreets,andpeoplewerenotallowedtosinginthestreets。Theymightmakeanymannerofhideousuproar——theycouldshakebuildings;theycouldout—thunderthethunder,deafenthedeaf,andkillthesickwithnoise;ortheycouldwalkthestreetsordrivethroughthembawling,squawking,orscreeching,astheychose,ifthenoisewastraceablyconnectedwithbusiness;thoughstreetmusicianswerenottolerated,beingconsideredanuisanceandaninterference。Amanorwomanwhowentsingingforpleasurethroughthestreets——likeacrazyNeopolitan——wouldhavebeenstopped,andbelikelockedup;forFreedomdoesnotmeanthatacitizenisallowedtodoeveryoutrageousthingthatcomesintohishead。Thestreetsweredangerousenough,inallconscience,withoutanysinging!andtheMotorFederationissuedpublicwarningsdeclaringthatthepedestrian'slifewasinhisownhands,andgivingdirectionshowtoproceedwiththeleastperil。
  However,BibbsSheridanhadnodesiretosinginthestreets,oranywhere。Hehadgonetohisworkwithanenergythat,forthestart,atleast,wasbitter,andtherewasnosongleftinhim。
  Hebegantoknowhisactivefellow—citizens。Hereandthereamongthemhefoundaleisurely,kindsoul,arelicoftheoldperiodofneighborliness,"pioneerstock,"usually;andthereweremen——particularlyamongthemerchantsandmanufacturers——"sohonesttheyleanedbackward";reputationssometimesattestedbystoriesofheroicsacrificestohonor;norweretherelackingsomeinstancesofgenerosityevennobler。Hereandthere,too,werebook—men,intheirlittleleisure;and,amongtheGermans,music—men。Andthese,withtheothers,worshipedBignessandthegrowth,eachmanservingforhisownsakeandforwhathecouldgetoutofit,butallunitedintheirfaithinthebeneficenceandgloryoftheirgod。
  Toalmostallalikethatservicestoodasthemostimportantthinginlife,exceptonoccasionofsomesuchvital,briefinterregnumasthedangerousillnessofawifeorchild。Inthewayof"relaxation"someoftheserverstookgolf;sometookfishing;sometook"shows"——amixtureofinfantileandnegroidhumor,stockings,andtinmusic;sometookanoccasionaldebauch;sometooktrips;sometookcards;andsometooknothing。Thehighpriestswerevigilanttowatchthatno"relaxation"shouldaffecttheservice。Whenamanattendedtoanythingoutsidehisbusiness,eyeswereuponhim;hiscreditwasindanger——thatis,hislifewasindanger。Andtheoldpriestswereasardentastheyoungones;themillionwasaseagertobebiggerasthethousand;seventywasasbusyasseventeen。Theystovemightilyagainstoneanother,andtheoldpriestswerethemostwary,themostplausible,andthemostdangerous。Bibbslearnedhemustwalkcharilyamongthese——hemustwearathousandeyesandbewareofspidersindeed!
  Andoutsidethetempleitselfwerethepretenders,theswarmingthievesandsharpersandfleecers,theslyrascalsandtheopenrascals;butthesewerefeeblefolk,notdangerousonceheknewthem,andhehadagoodguidetopointthemouttohim。Theywereusefulsometimes,helearned,andmanyofthemservedasgo—betweensinmatterswherebusinessmusttouchpolitics。Helearnedalsohowbreweriesand"traction"companiesandbanksandotherinstitutionsfoughtoneanotherforthepoliticalcontrolofthecity。Thenewspapers,hediscovered,hadlosttheirancientpoliticalinfluence,especiallywiththeknowing,wholookeduponthemwithaskepticalhumor,believingthejournalseithertoberetainedpartisans,likelawyers,orelsestrivingtoforwardthepersonalambitionsoftheirowners。Thecontrolofthecitylaynotwiththem,butwasusuallyobtainedbygivingthehordesofnegroesgin—money,andbyotherlargesses。Therevenuesofthepeoplewerethendistributedasfairlyaspossibleamongagreatnumberofmenwhohadassistedthewinningside。Namesandtitlesofofficeswentwithmanyoftheprizes,andmostofthesetitle—holderswereexpectedtopresentabusyappearanceattimes;and,indeed,someamongthemdidworkhonestlyandfaithfully。
  Bibbshadbeenveryignorant。Allthesesimplethings,sowellknownandcustomary,astonishedhimatfirst,andonce——inabriefmomentofforgettingthathewasdonewithwriting——hethoughtthatifhehadknownthemandwrittenofthem,howlikeasatiretheplainestrelationofthemmusthaveseemed!Strangestofalltohimwasthevehementandsincerepatriotism。Oneverysideheheardit——itwasapermeation;thenewestschool—childcaughtit,thoughjustfromHungaryandlearningtostammerafewwordsofthelocallanguage。Everywherethepeopleshoutedofthepower,thesize,theriches,andthegrowthoftheircity。Notonlythat,theysaidthatthepeopleoftheircitywerethegreatest,the"finest,"thestrongest,theBiggestpeopleonearth。Theycitednoauthorities,andfelttheneedofnone,beingthemselvesthepeoplethuscelebrated。Andifthethingwasquestioned,orifitwashintedthattheremightbeonesmallvirtueinwhichtheywerenotperfectandsupreme,theywastednotimeexaminingthemselvestoseeifwhatthecriticsaidwastrue,butfelluponhimandhootedhimandcursedhim,fortheyweresensitive。SoBibbs,learningtheirwaysandwalkingwiththem,harkenedtothevoiceofthepeopleandservedBignesswiththem。Forthevoiceofthepeopleisthevoiceoftheirgod。
  SheridanhadmadetheroomnexttohisownintoanofficeforBibbs,andthedoorbetweenthetworoomsusuallystoodopen——thefatherhadestablishedthatintimacy。OnemorninginFebruary,whenBibbswasalone,Sheridancamein,somesheetsoftypewrittenmemorandainhishand。
  "Bibbs,"hesaid,"Idon'tliketobuttinveryoftenthisway,andwhenIdoIusuallywishIhadn't——butforHeaven'ssakewhathaveyoubeenbuyingthatolebustedinter—tractionstockfor?"
  Bibbsleanedbackfromhisdesk。"Forelevenhundredandfifty—fivedollars。
  That'sallitcost。"
  "Well,itain'tworthelevenhundredandfifty—fivecents。Yououghttoknowthat。Idon'tgetyouridea。Thatstuff'sdeader'nAdam'scat!"
  "Itmightbeworthsomething——someday。"
  "How?"
  "Itmightn'tbesodead——notifWewentintoit,"saidBibbs,coolly。
  "Oh!"Sheridanconsideredthismusingly;thenhesaid,"Who'dyoubuyitfrom?"
  "Abroker——Fansmith。"
  "Well,hemust'a'gotitfromoneo'thecrowdo'poorninniesthatwassoakedwithit。Don'tyouknowwhoownedit?"
  "Yes,Ido。"
  "Ain'tsayin',though?Thatit?What'sthematter?"
  "ItbelongedtoMr。Vertrees,"saidBibbs,shortly,applyinghimselftohisdesk。
  "So!"Sheridangazeddownathisson'sthinface。"Excuseme,"hesaid。
  "Yourbusiness。"Andhewentbacktohisownroom。Butpresentlyhelookedinagain。
  "Ireckonyouwon'tmindlunchin'aloneto—day"——hewasshufflinghimselfintohisovercoat——"becauseIjustthoughtI'dgouptothehouseandgetTHISoverwithmamma。"Heglancedapologeticallytowardhisrighthandasitemergedfromthesleeveoftheovercoat。Thebandageshadbeenremoved,finally,thatmorning,revealingbutthreefingers——theforefingerandthefingernexttoithadbeenamputated。"She'sboundtomakeanawfulfuss,anditbetterspoilherlunchthanherdinner。I'llbebackabouttwo。"
  ButhecalculatedthetimeofhisarrivalattheNewHousesoaccuratelythatMrs。Sheridan'slunchwasnotdisturbed,andshewasrisingfromthelonelytablewhenhecameintothedining—room。Hehadlefthisovercoatinthehall,buthekepthishandsinhistrouserspockets。
  "What'sthematter,papa?"sheasked,quickly。"Hasanythinggonewrong?Youain'tsick?"
  "Me!"Helaughedloudly。"MeSICK?"
  "Youhadlunch?"
  "Didn'twantanyto—day。Youcangivemeacupo'coffe,though。"
  Sherang,andtoldGeorgetohavecoffeemade,andwhenhehadwithdrawnshesaidquerulously,"Ijustknowthere'ssomethingwrong。"
  "Nothin'intheworld,"heresponed,heartily,takingaseatattheheadofthetable。"IthoughtI'dtalkoveranotiono'minewithyou,that'sall。
  It'smorewomen—folks'businessthanwhatitisman's,anyhow。"
  "Whatabout?"
  "Why,oleDocGurneywasupattheofficethismorningawhile——"
  "Tolookatyourhand?How'shesayit'sdoin'?"
  "Fine!Well,hewentinandsataroundwithBibbsawhile——"
  Mrs。Sheridannoddedpessimistically。"Iguessit'stimeyouhadhim,too。I
  KNEWBibbs——"
  "Now,mamma,holdyourhorses!IwantedhimtolookBibbsoverBEFORE
  anything'sthematter。Youdon'tsupposeI'mgoin'totakeanychanceswithBIBBS,doyou?Well,afterwards,Ishutthedoor,andIan'oleGurneyhadatalk。He'samightydisagreeableman;herubbeditinonmewhathesaidaboutBibbshavin'brainsifheeverwokeup。ThenIthoughthemustwanttogetsomethingouto'me,hegosoflattering——foraminute!'Bibbscouldn'thelphavin'businessbrains,'hesays,'bein'YOURson。Don'tbesurprised,'
  hesays——'don'tbesurprisedathismakin'asuccess,'hesays。'Hecouldn'tgetoverhisheredity;hecouldn'tHELPbein'abusinesssuccess——onceyougothimintoit。It'sinhisblood。Yes,sir'hesays,'itdoesn'tneedMUCH
  brains,'hesays,'anonlythird—ratebrains,atthat,'hesays,'butitdoesneedaspecialKINDo'brains,'hesays,'tobeamillionaire。Imean,'hesays,'whenaman'sgivenastart。Ifnobodygiveshimastart,why,coursehe'sgottohaveluckANDtherightkindo'brains。TheonlymiracleaboutBibbs,'hesays,'iswherehegottheOTHERkindo'brains——thebrainsyoumadehimquitusin'andthrowaway。'"
  "Butwhat'dhesayabouthishealth?"Mrs。Sheridandemanded,impatiently,asGeorgeplacedacupofcoffeebeforeherhusband。Sheridanhelpedhimselftocreamandsugar,andbegantosipthecoffee。
  "I'mcomin'tothat,"hereturned,placidly。"SeehoweasyImanagethiscupwithmylefthand,mamma?"
  "Youbeendoin'thatallwinter。Whatdid——"
  "It'swonderful,"heinterrupted,admiringly,"whatafellowcandowithhislefthand。Icansignmynamewithminenow,well'sIevercouldwithmyright。Itcamealittlehardatfirst,butnow,honest,IbelieveIRATHER
  signwithmyleft。That'sallIeverhavetowrite,anyway——justthesignature。Rest'salldictatin'。"Heblewacrossthetopofthecupunctuously。"Goodcoffee,mamma!Well,aboutBibbs。OleGurneysayshebelievesifBibbscouldsomehowgetbacktothestateo'mindhewasinaboutthemachine—shop——thatis,ifhecouldsomewaygettofeelin'aboutbusinessthewayhefeltabouttheshop——notthepoetryandwritin'part,but——"Hepaused,supplementinghisremarkswithamotionofhisheadtowardtheoldhousenextdoor。"HesaysBibbsisolderandharder'nwhathewaswhenhebrokedownthattime,andbesides,heain'tthekindo'dreamywayhewasthen——andIshouldsayheAIN'T!I'dlike'emtoshowMEanybodyhisagethat'sanywiderawake!ButhesaysBibbs'shealthneverneedbotherusagainif——"
  Mrs。Sheridanshookherhead。"Idon'tseeanyhelpTHATway。Youknowyourselfshewouldn'thaveJim。"
  "Who'stalkin'aboutherhavin'anybody?But,myLord!shemightlethimLOOK
  ather!Sheneedn't'a'gotsomad,justbecauseheaskedher,thatshewon'tlethimcomeinthehouseanymore。He'samightyfunnyboy,andsomewaysI
  reckonhe'sprettynearashardtounderstandastheBible,butGurneykindo'
  gotmeinthewayo'thinkin'thatifshe'dlethimcomebackandsetaroundwithheraneveningortwosometimes——notreg'lar,Idon'tmean——why——Well,I
  justthoughtI'dseewhatYOU'Dthinkofit。Thereain'tanywaytotalkaboutittoBibbshimself——Idon'tsupposehe'dletyou,anyhow——butIthoughtmaybeyoucouldkindo'slipovertheresomeday,andsorto'fixuptohavealittletalkwithher,andkindo'hintaroundtillyouseehowthelandlays,andaskher——"
  "ME!"Mrs。Sheridanlookedbothhelplessandfrightened。"No。"Sheshookherheaddecidedly。"Itwouldn'tdoanygood。"
  "Youwon'ttryit?"
  "Iwon'triskherturnin'meouto'thehouse。Someway,that'swhatI
  believeshedidtoSibyl,fromwhatRoscoesaidonce。No,ICAN'T——and,what'smore,it'donlymakethingsworse。Ifpeoplefindoutyou'rerunnin'
  after'emtheythinkyou'recheap,andthentheywon'tdoasmuchforyouasifyoulet'emalone。Idon'tbelieveit'sanyuse,andIcouldn'tdoitifitwas。"
  Hesighedwithresignation。"Allright,mamma。That'sall。"Then,inaliveliertone,hesaid:"OleGurneytookthebandagesoffmyhandthismorning。Allhealedup。SaysIdon'tneed'emanymore。"
  "Why,that'ssplendid,papa!"shecried,beaming。"Iwasafraid——Let'ssee。"
  Shecametowardhim,butherose,stillkeepinghishandinhispocket。"Waitaminute,"hesaid,smiling。"Nowitmaygiveyoujustateenybitofashock,butthefactis——well,yourememberthatSundaywhenSibylcameoverhereandmadeallthatfussaboutnothin'——itwasthedayafterIgottiredo'
  thatstatuewhenEdith'stelegramcame——"
  "Letmeseeyourhand!"shecried。
  "Nowwait!"hesaid,laughingandpushingherawaywithhislefthand。"Thetruthis,mamma,thatIkindo'slippedoutonyouthatmorning,whenyouwasn'tlookin',andwentdowntooleGurney'soffice——he'dtoldmeto,yousee——and,well,itdoesn'tAMOUNTtoanything。"Andheheldout,forherinspection,themutilatedhand。"Yousee,thesedayswhenit'salldictatin',anyhow,nobody'dmindjustacoupleo'——"
  Hehadtojumpforher——shewentoverbackward。ForthesecondtimeinherlifeMrs。Sheridanfainted。
  Itwasafullhourlaterwhenheleftherlyinguponacouchinherownroom,stilllamentingintermittently,thoughheassuredherwithheatthatthe"fuss"shewasmakingirkedhimfarmorethanhisphysicalloss。Hepermittedhertothinkthathemeanttoreturndirectlytohisoffice,butwhenhecameouttotheopenairhetoldthechauffeurinattendancetoawaithiminfrontofMr。Vertrees'shouse,whitherhehimselfproceededonfoot。
  Mr。Vertreeshadtakenthesaleofhalfofhisworthlessstockasmannainthewilderness;itcamefromheaven——bywhatagencyhedidnotparticularlyquestion。Thebrokerinformedhimthat"partieswereinterestedingettingholdofthestock,"andthatlatertheremightbeapossibleincreaseinthevalueofthelargeamountretainedbyhisclient。Itmightgo"quiteawaysup"withinayearorso,hesaid,andheadvised"sittingtight"withit。Mr。
  Vertreeswenthomeandprayed。
  Herosefromhiskneesfeelingthathewassurelycomingintohisownagain。
  Itwasmorethanameregaspoftemporaryreliefwithhim,andhiswifesharedhisoptimism;butMarywouldnotlethimbuybackherpiano,andasforfurs——springwasontheway,shesaid。Buttheypaidthebutcher,thebaker,andthecandlestick—maker,andhiredacookoncemore。ItwasthisservitresswhoopenedthedoorforSheridanandpresentlyassuredhimthatMissVertreeswould"bedown。"
  Hewasnotthemantoconcealadmirationwhenhefeltit,andheflushedandbeamedasMarymadeherappearance,almostupontheheelsofthecook。Shehadalookofapprehensionforthefirstfractionofasecond,butitvanishedatthesightofhim,anditsplacewastakeninhereyesbyasoftbrilliance,whilecolorrushedinhercheeks。
  "Don'tbesurprised,"hesaid。"Truthis,inawayit'ssortofonbusinessI
  lookedinhere。It'llonlytakeaminute,Iexpect。"
  "I'msorry,"saidMary。"Ihopedyou'dcomebecausewe'reneighbors。"
  Hechuckled。"Neighbors!Sometimespeopledon'tseesomucho'theirneighborsastheyusedto。Thatis,Ihearso——lately。"
  "You'llstaylongenoughtositdown,won'tyou?"
  "IguessIcouldmanagethatmuch。"Andtheysatdown,facingeachotherandnotfarapart。
  "Ofcourse,itcouldn'tbecalledbusiness,exactly,"hesaid,moregravely。
  "Notatall,Iexpect。Butthere'ssomethingo'yoursitseemedtomeIoughttogiveyou,andIjustthoughtitwasbettertobringitmyselfandexplainhowIhappenedtohaveit。It'sthis——thisletteryouwrotemyboy。"Heextendedthelettertohersolomnly,inhislefthand,andshetookitgentlyfromhim。"Itwasinhismail,afterhewashurt。Youknewhenevergotit,Iexpect。"
  "Yes,"shesaid,inalowvoice。
  Hesighed。"I'mgladhedidn't。Not,"headded,quickly——"notbutwhatyoudidjustrighttosendit。Youdid。Youcouldn'tactedanyotherwaywhenitcamerightdownTOit。Thereain'tanyblamecomin'toyou——youwereabove—boardallthrough。"
  Marysaid,"Thankyou,"almostinawhisper,andwithherheadbowedlow。
  "You'llhavetoexcusemeforreadin'it。Ihadtotakechargeofallhismailandeverything;Ididn'tknowthehandwritin',andIreaditall——onceI
  gotstarted。"
  "I'mgladyoudid。"
  "Well"——heleanedforwardasiftorise——"Iguessthat'saboutall。Ijustthoughtyououghttohaveit。"
  "Thankyouforbringingit。"
  Helookedatherhopefully,asifhethoughtandwishedthatshemighthavesomethingmoretosay。Butsheseemednottobeawareofthisglance,andsatwithhereyesfixedsorrowfullyuponthefloor。
  "Well,IexpectIbetterbegettin'backtotheoffice,"hesaid,risingdesperately。"Itold——ItoldmypartnerI'dbebackattwoo'clock,andI
  guesshe'llthinkI'mapoorbusinessmanifhecatchesmebehindtime。Igottowalkthechalkamightystraightlinethesedays——withTHATfellowkeepin'
  tabsonme!"
  Maryrosewithhim。"I'vealwaysheardYOUweretheharddriver。"
  Heguffawedderisively。"Me?I'mnothin'tothatpartnero'mine。Youcouldn'tguesstosaveyourlifehowhekeepsaftermetoholdupmyendo'
  thejob。Ishouldn'tbesurprisedhe'dgivemethegrandbouncesomeday,andrunthewholecircusbyhimself。Youknowhowheis——oncehegoesATathing!"
  "No,"shesmiled。"Ididn'tknowyouhadapartner。I'dalwaysheard——"
  Helaughed,lookingawayfromher。"It'sjustmywayo'speakin'o'thatboyo'mine,Bibbs。"
  Hestoodthen,expectant,staringoutintothehallwithanairofcarelessgeniality。Hefeltthatshecertainlymustatleastsay,"HowISBibbs?"
  butshesaidnothingatall,thoughhewaiteduntilthesilencebecameembarrassing。
  "Well,IguessIbetterbegettin'downthere,"hesaid,atlast。"Hemightworry。"
  "Good—by——andthankyou,"saidMary。
  "Forwhat?"
  "Fortheletter。"
  "Oh,"hesaid,blankly。"You'rewelcome。Good—by。"
  Maryputoutherhand。"Good—by。"
  "You'llhavetoexcusemylefthand,"hesaid。"Ihadalittleaccidenttotheotherone。"
  Shegaveapityingcryasshesaw。"Oh,poorMr。Sheridan!"
  "Nothin'atall!Dictateeverythingnowadays,anyhow。"Helaughedjovially。
  "Didanybodytellyouhowithappened?"
  "Iheardyouhurtyourhand,butno——notjusthow。"
  "Itwasthisway,"hebegan,andboth,asifunconsciously,satdownagain。
  "Youmaynotknowit,butIusedtoworryagooddealabouttheyoungesto'myboys——theonethatusedtocometoseeyousometimes,afterJim——thatis,I
  meanBibbs。He'stheoneIspokeofasmypartner;andthetruthisthat'swhatit'sjustaboutgoin'toamountto,oneo'thesedays——ifhishealthholdsout。Well,youremember,Iexpect,Ihadhimonamachineoverataplanto'mine;andsometimesI'dkindo'sneakinthereandseehowhewasgettin'along。Takeadoctorwithmesometimes,becauseBibbsneverWASsorobust,youmightsay。OleDocGurney——Iguessmaybeyouknowhim?Tall,thinman;actssleepy——"
  "Yes。"