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"There are no chips on the table," Sitka Charley explained. "The men are playing with markers. That means the roof is the limit. One man play yellow markers  maybe one yellow marker worth one thousand dollars, maybe two thousand dollars. THERE ARE NO CHIPS ON THE TABLE SITKA CHARLIE EXPLAINED THE MEN ARE PLAYING WITH MARKERS THAT MEANS THE ROOF IS THE LIMIT ONE MAN PLAY YELLOW MARKERS MAYBE ONE YELLOW MARKER WORTH ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS MAYBE TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS
wo seconds, you see something, and you go on your way. You saw maybe a man writing a letter. You saw something without beginning or end. Nothing happened. Yet it was a bit of life you saw. You remember it afterward. It is like a picture in your memory. The window is the frame of the picture." I could see that he was interested, and I knew that as I spoke he had looked through the window and seen the man writing the letter. "There is a picture you have painted that I understand," he said. "It is a true picture. It has much meaning. It is in your cabin at Dawson. It is a faro table. There are men playing. It is a large game. The limit is off." "How do you know the limit is off?" I broke in excitedly, for here was where my work could be tried out on an unbiassed judge who knew life only, and not art, and who was a sheer master of reality. Also, I was very proud of that particular piece of work. I had named it "The Last Turn," and I believed it to be one of the best things I had ever done. ROUGH THE WINDOW FOR ONE SECOND OR FOR TWO SECONDS YOU SEE SOMETHING AND YOU GO ON YOUR WAY YOU SAW MAYBE A MAN WRITING A LETTER YOU SAW SOMETHING WITHOUT BEGINNING OR END NOTHING HAPPENED YET IT WAS A BIT OF LIFE YOU SAW YOU REMEMBER IT AFTERWARD IT IS LIKE A PICTURE IN YOUR MEMORY THE WINDOW IS THE FRAME OF THE PICTURE I COULD SEE THAT HE WAS INTERESTED AND I KNEW THAT AS I SPOKE HE HAD LOOKED THROUGH THE WINDOW AND SEEN THE MAN WRITING THE LETTER THERE IS A PICTURE YOU HAVE PAINTED THAT I UNDERSTAND HE SAID IT IS A TRUE PICTURE IT HAS MUCH MEANING IT IS IN YOUR CABIN AT DAWSON IT IS A FARO TABLE THERE ARE MEN PLAYING IT IS A LARGE GAME THE LIMIT IS OFF HOW DO YOU KNOW THE LIMIT IS OFF I BROKE IN EXCITEDLY FOR HERE WAS WHERE MY WORK COULD BE TRIED OUT ON AN UNBIASED JUDGE WHO KNEW LIFE ONLY AND NOT ART AND WHO WAS A SHEER MASTER OF REALITY ALSO I WAS VERY PROUD OF THAT PARTICULAR PIECE OF WORK I HAD NAMED IT THE LAST TURN AND I BELIEVED IT TO BE ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I HAD EVER DONE
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