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You don’ t argue with yourteacher. No, wait a minute. Either beside my dad in thejewelry stores, or in the B’nai B’rith Thrift Shop, or somewhere. He wrote me backabout two weeks ago.

But he began sleeping too much, and he couldn’t holddown his food—not even the Hungarian meals prepared for him by the Magyars who lived upthe street. He started to pickhis way through the debris. It was a terrible lonely thing to contemplate. ” He shook his head.