He is not bad, I don't think. Perhaps he is simply too lazy to be good.

I thought, When a man is properly drunk it is as though he is an a room by himself--there is a physical, impenetrable separation between him and his fellows.

We rode along in silence, thinking our private thoughts. Charlie and I had an unspoken agreement not to throw ourselves into speedy travel just after a meal. There were many hardships to our type of life and we took these small comforts as they came; I found they added up to something decent enough to carry on

Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.

I saw my bulky person in the windows of the passing storefronts and wondered, when will that man there find himself to be loved?

All you will get from me is death.

You put a wage behind something, it gives the act a sort of respectability.