I've made it so many times in my mind." "All right, you poor dear, just start right in." "Well," said Joe, "it begins like this." And his face grew a little portentous, with humour and a deeper feeling mingled awkwardly together.
"You've been about as good to me as one fellow could be to another.

I know what a hell it must have been, and the stiff upper lip was all on your side.

I don't want to talk about it, but--when Amy died the life went out--of my business too.

Later I got back my nerve, and because my job was all I had left I tried to make it more worth while.

I've got a few old dreams in me--I mean I've always wanted to build something better than flats in the Bronx.