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Chucked everything and moved to Alaska . . . heard he joined the Moonies . . . no, Mme. Gauguin, the money’s all there, but . . . Saul, what’s with you?

Going through changes is fun, but it can be hell on the others, the folks who set their clocks by you, even the temporary friends: the gee-was-it-really-’77 types. Word gets out; perhaps you let it out—“I’m a new man—how about lunch Tuesday?” Trepidation: How come he’s new? Pm not new, and I’m good enough for me. Hah! Bet he’s forgotten Albany that time, and them two babes at Sweeney’s. Shucks, Mabel, here I am still punchin’ the clock at Standard Flange, and he’s ridin’ around town in a platinum rickshaw. Lunch, hell—I’ll clean his clock for him, you watch!

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C. H. Simonds

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William F. Buckley Jr.

Chucked everything and moved to Alaska . . . heard he joined the Moonies . . . no, Mme. Gauguin, the money’s all there, but . . . Saul, what’s with you?

Going through changes is fun, but it can be hell on the others, the folks who set their clocks by you, even the temporary friends: the gee-was-it-really-’77 types. Word gets out; perhaps you let it out—“I’m a new man—how about lunch Tuesday?” Trepidation: How come he’s new? Pm not new, and I’m good enough for me. Hah! Bet he’s forgotten Albany that time, and them two babes at Sweeney’s. Shucks, Mabel, here I am still punchin’ the clock at Standard Flange, and he’s ridin’ around town in a platinum rickshaw. Lunch, hell—I’ll clean his clock for him, you watch!