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[Turning to Marsden]

It’s for Nina. She’s got to get some sleep tonight.

[He sits down abruptly in the chair at center. unconsciously takes the ''place behind the table. The two men stare at each other for a moment, with a frank probing, examining look that ruffles  and makes him all the more resentful toward him'']

This Marsden doesn’t like me that’s evident  but he interests me  read his books  wanted to know his bearing on Nina’s case  his novels just well-written surface  no depth, no digging underneath  why? has the talent but doesn’t dare afraid he’ll meet himself somewhere  one of those poor devils who spend their lives trying not to discover which sex they belong to!

Giving me the fishy, diagnosing eye they practice at medical school like freshmen from Ioway cultivating broad A’s at Harvard! what is his specialty? neurologist, I think I hope not psychoanalyst  a lot to account for, Herr Freud! punishment to fit his crimes, be forced to listen eternally during breakfast while innumerable plain ones tell him dreams about snakes pah, what an easy cure-all! sex the philosopher’s stone “O Oedipus, O my king! The world is adopting you!”

Must pitch into him about Nina have to have his help  damn little time to convince him  he’s the kind you have to explode a bomb under to get them to