"For a crime involving moral turpitude?" he went on.
"No, no."
"Have you got a job in America?" (This is a dangerous question; if you say 'Yes' you probably get sent back home; it is against American law to contract for foreign labour.)
I explained that I was a tramp.
This did not at all please the inspector. He would not accept that definition of my occupation, so he put me down as author.
"Are you an anarchist?"
"No."
"Are you willing to live in subordination to the laws of the United States?"
"Yes."