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Show •211 into those inoffensive apples said "Be careful!" I could see that she was angry and puzzled. "Let's go to California," I said. "What will we do there?" "It's a beautiful place," I said. "Los Angeles is a much better town than New York. People are happy there." New Yorkers walk their streets with faces liked closed fists. "How would we live?" I made an evil face at the pigeon but he stared me down with that perfectly round eye of gold and black until he tired of the game and a film slid slowly up over the lens. Do birds see two divided segments of the world, one out of each eye, with themselves perched forever on the dividing line? I could sympathize. I looked out at the decayed roofs, rusty fire-escapes, tilted chimneys, dozens of vent-pipes each with a conical tin hat. "We'll live," I said. "What does that mean? What will we do?" "How do I know?" I had been in the hammock for almost a week, facing the world. I wasn't listless; I wasn't melancholy. No, I was full of enthusiasm for my life, only I seemed to be temporarily hung up between two chapters. "We could go up to Oregon instead and you could meet my father and my baby brother." Fancy looked at me, her knife stopped in mid-air over |