The round world wheeled behind me like a sack full of Indians and I need a casino, or Doctor Speer to take out half my brain and let me be a millionaire and leader of men, at last. “It ain’t likely,” I shrugged. “I’ve got to carry this thing uptown.” So down past dumpsters full of the new and the sun always heating and the steel always rusting and the white of marble always going gray, I see crowds and crowds and crowds. Should I lead them? Should I follow them? Or should I walk among them?
