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Night time also brings uncertainties. Should he return on foot to the little garret where he lives, assuming that the caretaker, in her irritation at not getting the rent, has not asked him to return his key, or should he settle for a working class tavern to wait for daylight over a slice of bread and a mug of beer? NIGHT TIME ALSO BRINGS ON CERTAINTIES SHOULD HE RETURN ON FOOT TO THE LITTLE GARRET WHERE HE LIVES ASSUMING THAT THE CARETAKER IN HER IRRITATION AT NOT GETTING THE RENT HAS NOT ASKED HIM TO RETURN HIS KEY OR SHOULD HE SETTLE FOR A WORKING CLASS TAVERN TO WAIT FOR DAYLIGHT OVER A SLICE OF BREAD AND A MUG OF BEER
fingers in your ears or run off. God, what terrible lungs! Nothing is more unlike him than himself. Sometimes he is thin and haggard, like an invalid in the final stages of consumption. You can count his teeth through his cheeks. You'd say he'd spent several days without a meal or had just left a Trappist monastery. The next month, he's sleek and plump, as if he'd been eating steadily at a banker's table or had been shut up inside a Bernadine convent. Today, in dirty linen and torn trousers, dressed in rags, almost barefoot, he slinks along with his head down. One is tempted to call to him to give him a hand out. Tomorrow, he marches along with his head high, powdered, his hair curled, well dressed, with fine shoes. He shows himself off, and you'd almost take him for a gentleman. He lives from day to day, sad or happy, according to circumstances. His first concern in the morning, when he gets up, is to know where he'll have lunch. After lunch, he thinks about where he'll go for supper. TTENTION YOU'LL EITHER PUT YOUR FINGERS IN YOUR EARS OR RUN OFF GOD WHAT TERRIBLE LUNGS NOTHING IS MORE UNLIKE HIM THAN HIMSELF SOMETIMES HE IS THIN AND HAGGARD LIKE AN INVALID IN THE FINAL STAGES OF CONSUMPTION YOU CAN COUNT HIS TEETH THROUGH HIS CHEEKS YOU'D SAY HE SPENT SEVERAL DAYS WITHOUT A MEAL OR HAD JUST LEFT A TRAPPIST MONASTERY THE NEXT MONTH HE'S SLEEK AND PLUMP AS IF HE'D BEEN EATING STEADILY AT A BANKER'S TABLE OR HAD BEEN SHUT UP INSIDE A BERNARDINE CONVENT TO DAY IN DIRTY LINEN AND TORN TROUSERS DRESSED IN RAGS ALMOST BAREFOOT HE SLINKS ALONG WITH HIS HEAD DOWN ONE IS TEMPTED TO CALL TO HIM TO GIVE HIM A HAND OUT TO MORROW HE MARCHES ALONG WITH HIS HEAD HIGH POWDERED HIS HAIR CURLED WELL DRESSED WITH FINE SHOES HE SHOWS HIMSELF OFF AND YOU'D ALMOST TAKE HIM FOR A GENTLEMAN HE LIVES FROM DAY TO DAY SAD OR HAPPY ACCORDING TO CIRCUMSTANCES HIS FIRST CONCERN IN THE MORNING WHEN HE GETS UP IS TO KNOW WHERE HE'LL HAVE LUNCH AFTER LUNCH HE THINKS ABOUT WHERE HE'LL GO FOR SUPPER
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