“Oh, nobody reads him now,” Harvey said, “except the people that used to read the Alexander Hamilton Institute.”
“Well,” I said. “That was a good thing, too.”
“Sure,” said Harvey. So we sat and thought deeply for a while.
“Have another port?”
“All right,” said Harvey.
“There comes Cohn,” I said. Robert Cohn was crossing the street.
“That moron,” said Harvey. Cohn came up to our table.
“Hello, you bums,” he said.
“Hello, Robert,” Harvey said. “I was just telling Jake here that you’re a moron.”
“What do you mean?”