For my own personal nostalgia: “Or just down in Harvard Square at Au Bon Pain where all those 70s-era guys in old wool ponchos play chess against those little clocks they keep hitting” (213).

And for those of you who have no such nostalgia: “there’s a deep and temendously compelling dignity about the old man’s demanor w/r/t the PUSSY on his arm, and Ewell actually considers approaching this fellow re the issue of sponsorship, if and when he feels it’s appropriate to get an AA sponsor, if he decides it’s germane in his case” (210). What with Pat’s refusal to define addiction specifically enough for him, and all.