November—’88—He was a monkey of seven then, and yet he pretends to feel more than I do about it.
Bar.
[Nervously.] I didn’t say that. I don’t remember my father, nor my brothers—but—but——
Bos.
Well, then?
Bar.
I want another trade—I don’t want to go to sea—no—no——
Kneir.
Another trade—What else can you do? Can’t even read or write——
Bar.