“You know, you weren’t so very nice to me last night,” I said finally. Nick snorted. “Because that’s what the world is about. People being nice to you.” I gritted my teeth until I thought they would crack. He was obviously new at this sort of thing, because otherwise he would have hung up on that. “It’s better than a world where they’re cruel and you stay anyway,” I said. “Keeping the line open for him, are you?” I hung up, and because it was all rather too much, I went back to bed. Two eyes, T. J. Eckleburg had told me, and in my shallow dreams, they opened and shut for me.
