The train jolted, glided ahead, stopped, his free hand caught the heap against lock steps past his elbow, came up with a tattered streamer — listen hey. Men who have worked with him I mean that means me that him, with him for years say his chief characteristics are enormous powers of concentration and a dogged persistence in attacking a problem until he comes up with a completely satisfactory answer… the thumb dug deeper, emerged for brief examination — which gives the clear impression here it is hey, impression of a man who sees where the parade is beading long before the paraders themselves do, and calmly steps in and leads isn’t that neat? Qualities which u, uniquely fit him for the career in public life which has already created a groundswell I mean what’s a groundswell, which faces only one major ob wait, obstacle, see like some of these words I didn’t have them yet only I keep reading this stuff over again obstacle, an innate modesty that is evident in his words crediting his own success to a mysterious thing which is hard to identify, the vital creative force of the whole J R Family of Companies I mean see I never quite exactly said that you know? See but then it says when discussing the profit picture which has made his company’s stock a leading glamour issue overnight however, a gleam of quite pardonable pride appears in his hey? Bast…?
He’d come forward freeing his hand to drop between them and scratch, to rise and wipe the frayed edge of the sweater’s sleeve across his nose and leave the lip trembling there turned toward the inert profile jolting between him and the dirty pane where the trembling lip tightened at the abrupt encounter, where the eyes hesitated as though caught by a passing gleam in the near darkness beyond — okay don’t even listen then…! he hunched back, thumb snagged back at a nostril — if you don’t want to even hear this letter where you get to go to this here banquet for helping out the arts and all, I mean where I went and fixed up this big grant to play this here music you’re always yelling about after all I did for you boy, what did I do with it… and the portfolio pocket tore a little farther. — It gives us great pleasure to like there’s this here other one too for where we gave out all those old Nobili drugs down at Asia so Davidoff writes right across it be glad to stand in for you on this one if Mister B is otherwise occupied, I mean how does he know maybe I want to go to this here where does it say it, this Brothers Keepers banquet and accept this award it’s mine isn’t it…? The thumb dug savagely — like everybody’s always going to all these banquets I never even got to go once…
The train shuddered to a halt, moaned at the platform, jolted the silence beside him moving on with — you want this rest of this here cupcake hey…? and he crammed it away, dug the sneaker toes tighter to come up cantilevered and scratch — his dedication to the traditional ideas and values that have made America what it is today… he came down brushing crumbs from the tattered magazine page. — A quiet, soft voiced rather modest man who looks out from a calm impassive face and beetling brows, with deep set eyes that have such a startling clarity which makes them seem almost hit, hypnotic. They have a blue steel chill about them that suggests an austere, indrawn indwellingness. But they can sparkle with an engaging warmth and the bulldog set of his jaw breaks in a boyish grin when asked about his youth… he hunched closer to blow at an icinged crumb, — ful, youthful surroundings and the influences that shaped his formula for successful marketing bluntly expressed in a recent interview as, simply, what works. As the moving force behind his publishing subsiderary’s slash in textbook prices and the, the ubisomething new children’s encyclopedia as well as a sweeping breakthrough in education about to be announced by the parent… his thumb rose to burrow, his free hand traced back up the lines to — a calm impassive face and beetling brows… he sniffled and looked up, edged forward to peer past the form rocking beside him to the window mirrored with dirt and the darkness beyond lips shaping — beetling brows… and the eyebrows gathered in a wince, widened with — a blue steel chill… as the train gasped to halts, moved on, — but they sparkle with what did it say…? and the eyebrows went up and down desperately projecting — engaging warmth that was it, and the bulldog set of his jaw… the narrow chin thrust forward, came up, protruded like an exhibit of orthodontic despair, all of it giving way suddenly to a face beyond the glass thumbing its nose from the platform. — Holy, we’re here holy shit wake up hey Bast wake up!
— What what…
— Quick wake up we’re here they all got off boy that wiseass, hey wait we have to get off! Quick get your stuff…
— Leave it there I don’t…
— You can’t leave that hey! wait hold the case together…
— Here let me get your shoulder I don’t feel very…
