In Spain there was Guernica! But here there was only hot swing music and liquor, dance halls, ban, and movies, and sex that hung in the gloom like a chandelier and flooded the world with brief, deceptive rainbows. Suspended in the mist over Berchtesgaden, caught in the folds of Chamberlain's umbrella. They were waiting around the corner for all these kids. Adventure and change were imminent in this year. This was the compensation for lives that passed like mine, without any change or adventure. You could see them kissing behind ash-pits and telegraph poles. Couples would come outside, to the relative privacy of the alley. Then the orchestra played a waltz or a tango, something that had a slow and sensuous rhythm. It would turn slowly about and filter the dusk with delicate rainbow colours. Sometimes the lights were turned out except for a large glass sphere that hung from the ceiling. On evenings in spring the windows and doors were open and the music came outdoors. TOM : Across the alley from us was the Paradise Dance Hall. AMANDA : I know !That's the tragedy of it. Enough to give you a night-school course in accounting at Washington U ! Just think what a wonderful thing that would be for you, Son ! TOM: I'd rather smoke. How much would that amount to in a month? Thirty times fifteen is how much, Tom? Figure it out and you will be astounded at what you could save. Where are you going? TOM: I'm going out to smoke. TOM: What respect is that? AMANDA: The care he always took of his appearance. AMANDA : Son, Will you do me a favour? TOM: What? AMANDA: Comb your hair! You look so pretty when your hair is combed! There is only one respect in which I would like you to emulate your father.
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