BITOY: He was very friendly.
TONY: I’ve been living here for months and he hasn’t once asked me to his room!
BITOY: But he doesn’t know you, Tony.
TONY: He doesn’t want to know me! He thinks it’s shameful I should be living here! He feels ashamed because his house has become a flop-house! And why should he feel ashamed, I’d like to know! What is he anyway, I’d like to know!
BITOY: Well, among other things, he’s a scholar, an artist, and a patriot.
TONY: So he’s a great man. So he’s a great painter. So he fought in the Revolution. And so what? And what’s that old Revolution of his to me? I went hungry and I got kicked about just the same in spite of that old Revolution he’s so damn proud of! I don’t owe him any thanks! And what the hell is he now? Just a beggar! That’s what he is now—j
