The little man in the damp overcoat was mildly drunk. He scraped his feet over the sawdust, scratched his rump, downed the last of his "mild and bitter."
"Suppose," said he, "that Jesus Christ came back and was going to feed the multitude with five loaves and two small fishes. What would happen?"
No one in the "White Bear" answered. The little man tightened the dark scarf around his neck, tugged the broken beak of his cap over his eyes and went out into the rain. With him floated the ropey smell of cheap...
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