From in between the pages of AND THE HIPPOS WERE BOILED IN THEIR TANKS.
By Jack Kerouac, and William S. Burroughs.
Page 100
I asked Agnes if she would join us for dinner but she said no, she was broke. I said, "On me," and she still said no. She was always like that. So I said good night and walked out.
The others were standing in the street in front of the house.
I said, "Agnes wouldn't come for dinner because she is broke. Some people have some pride."
Philip said, "People get silly ideas."
"Yeah," I said, "but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?"
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