He was as
popular among the dancers as he was among the men he met at the
stores. He was married, Max, yet it was as much by his interest in
the dancers as by his business interest that he was drawn to the
dance-halls. He took a fancy to me and he often made me listen to
his discourses on women
The youngest married man usually appealed to me as being old
enough to be my father, and as Maximum Max was not only
married, but eleven years my senior, there seemed to be a great
chasm between us. That he should hold this kind of conversations
with an unmarried youngster like myself struck me as something
unnatural, doubly indecent. As I listened I would feel awkward,
but would listen, nevertheless
One day he looked me over, much as an expert in horseflesh would
a colt, and said, with the utmost seriousness: "Do you know,
Levinsky, you have an awfully fine figure. You are a good-looking
chap all around, for that matter. A fellow like you ought to make a
hit with women. Why don't you learn to dance?"
The compliment made me wince and blush.
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