All my life, if you'll believe me, cully, I've lived in mud--an' kep' me
eye on the moon, so to say. I worked in a factory all day, makin' mud,
as it were, for muddy Jews, an' every Saturday night I took 'ome twelve
shillin's-worth o' mud to keep meself alive in a city o' mud until the
Saturday after. But o' nights there was the moon, or else the stars, or
else the sunset, an' anyway all the air between to look at. I 'ad a back
room, 'igh up, and o' nights I use to sit an' breave there, an' look at
the sky. Believe me, dearie, I was mad about breavin'--it was me only
recreation, so to say. By Gawd, it's a fair wonder 'ow the sky an' the
air keeps on above the mud, and 'ow we looks at it, an' breaves it, an'
never pays no rent for it, when all's said an' done. There ain't never a
penny put in the slot for the moonlight, when you come to think of it,
yet still it all goes on. Well, in those days, I never spoke to a soul,
an' 'ated everybody, an' I got very queer, queerer nor many as is
locked up in Claybury this minute. I got to thinkin' as 'ow there was a
debt 'anging over us all, some'ow the sky seemed like a sort of upper
floor to all our 'ouses, with the stars an' the moon for windows, an' it
seemed like as if there did oughter be some rent to pay, though the
Landlord was a reel gent and never pressed for it. There might be people
'oo lived among flowers in the sunlight, an', so to say, rented the
parlour floor, but not me. I 'ad the upper floor, an' breaved the light
o' the moon. As for flowers--bless you, I'd never 'ardly seen a flower
stuck proper to the ground until a year ago. Well, dearie, I use to make
believe as 'ow we'd all get a charnce, all to ourselves, to pay what we
owed. Some people, I thought, runs away from the debt, an' some pays it
in bad money, but, I ses to meself, if ever my charnce come, I'll pay it
the very best I can. Lawd, 'ow I 'ated everybody in those days. It
seemed like people was all rotten, an' as if all the churches an' all
the cherities was the rottenest of all the lot. Well, then, dearie,
Elbert blew in. You know what kids is mostly like in the Brown Borough,