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Show -230 who might do something spectacular in life. He's not like you and me; he's wild and beautiful, like a colored bird; he's not an ordinary person. He has the talent to do anything . " "We count too," Jacob said. "I've done things in life; being a lawyer isn't nothing. I've got three kids." "You've done more than me. But it doesn't amount to anything. What I'm talking about is writing a book or composing an astonishing piece of music-something that will make the world take notice. You and I will never do that. At least it doesn't look like I will; what about you?" "I get tired of that kind of talk," Jacob said. I saw that he was angry. "You and Adam are a lot more alike than you suppose." He lowered himself carefully onto a tree root; he had on the same gold-colored three-piece suit he'd worn the day we talked to Brady, and he was sweating heavily. I sat down cross-legged in the damp grass beside him. "I never heard you say one good word about Adam, but you're so much like him I'm surprised you didn't set out to be a painter or a sculptor or something equally unreasonable. Like him." "I don't have any talent. The difference is that I know it. I'm no fool," I said. Jacob took his handkerchief out again and wiped his forehead and then his hands. "I wonder," he said. |