in his despair, sadly shaking his head and saying, “A Buick automobile, a sharpie’s suits, the scum of the earth for your friends—but do you know, do you care, does it bother you at all, Alvin, what’s happening in this country tonight? It did years ago, damn it. I can remember clear as day when it did. But now no. Now it’s big cigars and motor cars. But do you have any idea at all what is happening to the Jews even while we sit here?”
