I can't wait. It doesn't work.

"I said no, there wouldn't be marvelous places to go to after I went to college and all. Open your ears. It'd be enirely different. We'd have to go downstairs in elevators with suitcases and stuff. We'd have to phone everybody up and tell 'em good-by and send 'em post-cards from hotels and all. And I'd be working in some office, making a lot of dough, and riding to work in cabs and Madison Avenue buses, and reading newspapers, and playing bridge all the time, and going to the movies and seeing a lot of stupid shorts and coming attractions and newsreels. Newsreels. Christ almighty. There's always a dumb horse race, and some dame breaking a bottle over a ship, and some chimpanzee riding a goddam bicycle with pants on.

It wouldn't be the same at all. You don't see what I mean at all."

I must be using you to get me where I want to go because I will not miss you when I get there.