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Show •51 sure. "Tell me what he had to live for," I said. "His work?" I picked up the little buffalo and stood it in my open hand for them to see. "The one on the back of the nickel is better art. Who respected him as a sculptor? Nobody." I put it back beside the open book. Jed Smith looked at me severely. Jacob sighed. "Carlo said he was trying some new things. Different from any he'd done before." "But were they any good?" I said. Carlo shrugged. "You see? So what else did he have? He couldn't keep a wife. Do you suppose Alice was much comfort? His sons? None of us have amounted to anything that he would have been proud of except maybe Jacob, but I don't think Adam considered him a success--am I wrong, Jacob?" "Whores and bitches," Carlo said. "What?" But he turned away without saying any more. Jacob sighed again. "I think he was proud of us." "Well it wasn't enough for him," I said. "And he was moody as hell too, you all know he was. Moodiest man I ever came across anywhere. He was just the type to go and drown himself on a sunny afternoon. Probably he didn't know he was going to do it." "No, no," Jacob said. |
