Robert Cohn
"Tell me, Robert. Why do you follow Brett around like a poor bloody steer? Don't you know when you're not wanted? I know when I'm not wanted. Why don't you know when you're not wanted? You came down in San Sebastian when you weren't wanted, and followed Brett around like a bloody steer. Do you think that's right?" (Hemingway 146).
Of course I know when I'm not wanted. That's why I went to San Sebastian with Brett. I've been hearing the same "Unwanted this" "Jewish that" drivel for several days now, and I know enough about you to recognize that seeing me and her in the same room as you stings. Look at you, you drown your sorrows every waking hour, trying to forget the fact that your lady had her way with me, and countless others. You can say all you want about me, but at least I'm not a bankrupt like you, and I don't think you need to read enough Mencken to know that there's a reason for that. Besides, you're just as much a steer as me, gored like the rest.
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