CHAPTER41
Hesleptheavilyallnight, , , fromarobbermagazine, -timethrillatreceivingapublisher', -twodollars, thatwasall, anditwouldbuyhimsomethingtoeat.
Anothercheckwasinthesamemail, , , ? , and, afterhehadcashedthechecksatthebankdowninOakland, heboughttendollars' , instead, hewentintotheForumCafé , , andbesides, ? ForfivecentshecouldhaveboughtapackageofDurhamandbrownpapersandrolledfortycigarettes—butwhatofit? , andhehadnoporttomake, whiledriftinginvolvedtheleastliving, anditwaslivingthathurt.
Thedaysslippedalong, , whilewaitingformorechecks, heateintheJapaneserestaurantswheremealswereservedfortencents, hiswastedbodyfilledout, , overwork, , , outinthehills, , , fromheknewnotwhere, , planless, andemptyandidle.
OncehemadeatriptoSanFranciscotolookupthe "realdirt." Butatthelastmoment, ashesteppedintotheupstairsentrance, , andhefledfurtively, forfearthatsomeoneofthe "realdirt" mightchancealongandrecognizehim.
Sometimesheglancedoverthemagazinesandnewspaperstoseehow "Ephemera" ! Everybodyhadreadit, , anddailythereappearedcolumnsoflearnedcriticisms, facetiouseditorials, (proclaimedwithaflourishoftrumpetsandrollingoftomtomstobethegreatestwomanpoetintheUnitedStates) deniedBrissendenaseatbesideheronPegasusandwrotevoluminousletterstothepublic, provingthathewasnopoet.
TheParthenoncameoutinitsnextnumberpattingitselfonthebackforthestirithadmade, sneeringatSirJohnValue, andexploitingBrissenden', , shewasguiltyofasecondpoem, inwhichsheparodiedhim.

