just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
“The old Metropole,” said Mr. Wolfsheim gloomily. “Filled with faces dead and gone. Filled with friends gone now forever. I can’t forget the night they shot Rosy Rosenthal there. It was six of us at the table and Rosy was eating and drinking a lot all evening. When it was almost morning the waiter came up to him with a funny look and said somebody wanted to speak to him outside. ‘All right,’ says Rosy and begins to get up and I pulled him down in his chair. ‘Let the bastards come in here if they want you, Rosy, but don’t you.’ It was four o’clock in the morning.”
Any time that suits you best.”