different from you & me?

    This is where I get to lean back against the bar,
    bare my gleaming white tootie-pegs under my black,
    bristling moustache & mutter - as condescendingly
    as a falsetto alto will allow:
    'Sure, Tim. They have more money....'

    (Although I wonder if Hem wasn't as neurotically fixated
    about money as 'poor Scott' ever was. He made sure
    to marry increasingly rich women &, at the end, was as
    psychotically terrifed of the taxman as any of the millionaires
    he sneered at on his way up.)

    We all remember Holden's tact in hiding those leather suitcases.
    (Vuiton?) But had his angst really all that much to do with privilege?
    It's always pleasant to drink in the better class bars & mix with
    girls who adore the Lunts. But self-loathing, whether of the adolescent
    or more mature variety, will always find a theatre for its projection
    - in any part of town.

    Scottie B.

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