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START: CORNELIUS:
Sits in dejected thought.
Chief clerk! Promoted from chief clerk to chief clerk.
BARNABY:
Don’t you like it?
CORNELIUS:
Chief clerk!—and if I’m good, in ten years I’ll be promoted to chief clerk again. Thirty-three years old and I still don’t get an evening free? When am I going to begin to live?
[... …]
END: CORNELIUS:
No. The best of all would be a person who has all the good things a poor person has, and all the good meals a rich person has, but that’s never been known. No, you and I are going to be Vandergelders; all the more reason, then, for us to try and get some living and some adventure into us now—will you come, Barnaby?
BARNABY:
In a struggle with his fears, a whirlwind of words.
But Wolf-trap—KRR-pt, Gertrude-KRR-pt�
With a sudden cry of