"That's nothing," he said.
"A whole lot more than you think," I said.
"Money is everything," he said. "When I have money I get me a pretty woman."
"Every man has his style and his limit," I said. "I prefer my way to yours."
"I know that without your saying so. Say, you don't like the way I live, eh? Be frank."
"I never said anything about that," I said.
"But you wouldn't live the way I do, would you?"
"Perhaps because I can't. One must find a way somehow between the possible and the impossible."
"But ain't it hell to be a slave on a lousy job?"
When I made no answer he went on: "Do you think you'll ever get a raise out of your writing?"