Billy took off his tri-focals and his coat and his necktie and his shoes, and he closed the venetian blinds and then the drapes, and he lay down on the outside of the coverlet. But sleep would not come. Tears came instead. Billy turned on the Magic Fingers, and he was jiggled as he wept.

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“People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.”

“[Hating America] would be as silly as loving it,” I said. “It’s impossible for …”

“Trout did another thing which some people might have considered eccentric: he c…”