Dreams That Money Can Buy

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Party of the first part,

hereinafter referred to as "Joe",

to party of the second part,

hereinafter referred to as "Me",

witness the third party of the third part.

Therefore exclusively exploiting the first part,

in consideration of which party of the second

part entails consideration of the third part.

With all the mutual covenants and conditions

herein contained.

And so on. Get it notarised.

Well, it's a room anyway, Joe.

Better than a tent.

But there's the minor complication of the rent.

Take inventory, son.

Assets :
None.

Liabilities :
None. Prospects : None.

Well, that's the list.

Wait ! There's one asset you missed.

The paternal watch that ticks away your life

minute by minute.

Look ! There's a liability in it.

The dream girl. She resigned from the dream.

Why not ? She wasn't so dumb.

You are a self-appointed bum.

Hey, look here !

Are you shedding an old-fashioned tear ?

You don't cry nowadays.

You live or die nowadays.

Things could be tougher.

And after all, an artist has to suffer.

I guess it must be a grain of Italian dust

left over from your last campaign.

Or put it down to eyestrain.

Look at yourself. A real mess.

You're all mixed up.

Snap out of it ! Get yourself fixed up.

Even if poets misbehave,

they always remember to shave.

Say, what's the matter, Joe ? Something

gone wrong ? Is your head on wrong ?

No ! It's terrific !

Here's something on which

you can really pride yourself.

You've discovered

that you can look inside yourself.

You know what that means ?

You're promoted. You're no longer a bum.

You're an artist !

Remember a poem you once read.

"The eye is a camera," it said.

Suppose, like a film, it could retain the images

that glide so secretly through your brain.

Have you ever tried to see the shadow world

inside, photographed by the retina,

and held suspended in its memories ?

This is one of the more unusual talents.

And it's yours, it seems, Joe.

Maybe this will revive your bank balance.

Remember, everybody dreams, Joe.

If you can look inside yourself,

you can look inside anyone.

Customers ?

There are so many, one can't count them.

What's the population of the world ?

Almost two billion.

A potential of two billion customers,

all with a dream to untangle.

You've figured out a new angle. Get it !

Dreams on the instalment plan !

You'll be in the money, man !

It's a miracle !

Just as you were a complete bust, you readjust.

Wait till you're in the chips, then watch

the dream girl warm up those chilly lips.

Get on the phone. Make a small financial loan.

Convert this tomb into a consultation room

and go into business on your own.

You're all set up for business now, Joe.

Place refurnished in the latest style.

All you need to start you off are the customers.

Opportunity knocks.

Already ?

There they are.

The first instalment on the two billion clients.

Method of treatment ? Don't worry.

In uncertain times like these,

a man must improvise.

Employ the materials at hand.

Let's have case number one.

Don't get nervous.

Ah-ha. Case number one.

Mr and Mrs A. He is a bank clerk,

middle-income bracket.

Character :
Methodical, exact.

Wife complains he has mind

like a double-entry column.

No virtues, no vices.

She desires a dream for him.

One with practical values to widen his horizons.

Heighten ambitions, maybe a raise in salary.

Historical precedents for this hope

range from Jacob's pillow to Freud's couch.

Mrs A will please step outside during interview.

Sorry, ma'am. Only one dream to a customer.

Feel free to talk now.

Any special interests besides wife and job ?

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