His companion said that if he should ever meet God he would ask for a million dollars and a bottle of beer.
Jimmie's occupation for a long time was to stand on streetcorners and watch the world go by, dreaming blood-red dreams at the passing of pretty women.

He menaced mankind at the intersections of streets.
On the corners he was in life and of life.

The world was going on and he was there to perceive it.
He maintained a belligerent attitude toward all well-dressed men.

To him fine raiment was allied to weakness, and all good coats covered faint hearts.

He and his order were kings, to a certain extent, over the men of untarnished clothes, because these latter dreaded, perhaps, to be either killed or laughed at.
Above all things he despised obvious Christians and ciphers with the chrysanthemums of aristocracy in their button-holes.