“You know, you’re a little complicated after all.”
“Oh no,” she assured him hastily. “No, I’m not really—I’m just a— I’m just a whole lot of different simple people.”
“Why doesn’t he go and speak to them? Don’t you think they’re attractive?”
“I think they’re very attractive,” Abe agreed. “I just don’t think they’re attractive, that’s all.”
“Then why don’t you make a world of your own?”
“Tired of friends. The thing is to have sycophants.”