Yes, my dear. You’ve got to think only of your work.
Jack
I’ve tried so hard to do that, but ... Mary, here’s something I never told anybody in my life.... Sometimes when I’m alone—and I’m alone a lot more than you think—the old songs from the synagogue start wailing in my ears ... and I—I cry.... In that hall bedroom in Chicago, I used to get down on my knees in the dark and talk to God in Hebrew. I—bawled him out ... because he made me only half a Cantor—half a Cantor, and half a bum. [He begins to black up.] If I was all bum, I wouldn’t care. What does a bum care? But if I was all Cantor, I would be happy.
Mary
Would you?
Jack
I think I would.
Mary
Then why didn’t you go with Yudelson?