9He got out of the tub, dried himself hurriedly with a rough towel, then went into the bedroom to dress. He felt even more stupid and washed out than usual. It was always like that. His emotions surged up in an enormous wave, curving and rearing, higher and higher, until it seemed as though the wave must carry everything before it. But the crash never came. Something always happened at the very top of the crest and the wave collapsed to run back like water down a drain, leaving, at the most, only the refuse of feeling.
It took him a long time to get all his clothing on. He stopped to rest after each garment with a desperation far out of proportion to the effort involved.
There was nothing to eat in the house and he had to go down to Hollywood Boulevard for food. He thought of waiting unt
