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"He's progressing as anticipated."
"I have a feeling," Bloomberg said, "that's he's about ready to shuffle off these mortal coils, as they say in show business."
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"He's wearing the dark glasses again," Spurgeon said. "He hasn't worn them in months. Now he's wearing them."
"I know all about it. I have no comment."
"It must mean something, Gary. Dark glasses indoors in the dead of winter."
"It doesn't mean anything. Look at Steeples. Steeples is going around with a gold glove on his hand. What the hell does that mean?"
"Steeples has some kind of infection. It's ugly as hell apparently. He was exposed to something. It's a sort of burn plus a sort of infection. He just wants to keep it hidden."
"Is that all you're eating?" Bloomberg said to me.
"It contains vitamin B, iron and niacin."
"I'm up to threeosix," he said. "The new mind expands with the old body. I feel more alert every day. I feel revitalized."
Bing Jackmin came over and sat down. His tray held baked ham, mashed potatoes, salad and pound cake. He was looking at me intensely.
"Did you talk to Coach?"
"Give me time," I said.
"There is no time."
"Can't you start growing it and then either keep it going or terminate it when I find out what the word is?"
"Terminate what?" Spurgeon said.
"His excess hair. He wants a beard. Does anybody know what the prevailing attitude is on excess hair?"
"Excess hair is acceptable if it doesn't exceed accepted standards," Spurgeon said.
"There's your answer, Bing."
"I am interested in certain aspects of global violence," Bloomberg said.
"Pass the salt," Bing said.
"This meat," Spurgeon said. "There's something wrong with this meat."
Bloomberg cleared his throat.
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