—Stop it, for God’s sake, you fool. Watch your step. We can’t help you any more. —I would like the privilege of helping you, of your friendship. I would work you with. I do not care a damn for moneys anyway. —What, is this you, Geoffrey? Don’t you remember me? Your old friend, Abe. What have you done, my boy? —Ha ha, you’re for it now. Straightened out—in a coffin! Yeah. —My son, my son! —My lover. Oh come to me again as once in May.
