Sure, I took you right away. But--it don't signify a cuss
anyways. Guess you was born a gentleman, Bob, which I wa'an't. An'
because you was born an' raised that-a-way you'd surely like to kep
right hold o' the notion that folks ken still act as though they'd been
weaned on talk of honor an' sichlike. I sez kep a holt on that notion.
Grip it tight, an' don't never let go on it. Grab it same as you would
the feller that's yearnin' fer your scalp. If you lose your grip that
tow-colored scalp of yours'll be raised sure, an' every penicious
breeze that blows 'll get into your think depot and hand you every sort
of mental disease ther' ain't physic enough in the world to cure.
Guess that's plumb right. It don't cut no ice what I think. A feller
like me jest thinks the way life happens to boost him. Y'see, I ain't
had no thousand dollar eddication to make me see things any other ways.
Life's a mighty tough proposition an' it can't be run on no schedule,
an' each feller's got to travel the way he sees with his own two eyes.
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