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Literary Lapses
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Stephen Leacock
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"What!
are
you
drawing
it
all
out
again?"
he
asked
in
surprise.
Then
I
realized
that
I
had
written
fifty-six
instead
of
six.
I
was
too
far
gone
to
reason
now.
I
had
a
feeling
that
it
was
impossible
to
explain
the
thing.
All
the
clerks
had
stopped
writing
to
look
at
me.
Reckless
with
misery,
I
made
a
plunge.
"Yes,
the
whole
thing."
"You
withdraw
your
money
from
the
bank?"
"Every
cent
of
it."
"Are
you
not
going
to
deposit
any
more?"
said
the
clerk,
astonished.
"Never."
An
idiot
hope
struck
me
that
they
might
think
something
had
insulted
me
while
I
was
writing
the
cheque
and
that
I
had
changed
my
mind.
I
made
a
wretched
attempt
to
look
like
a
man
with
a
fearfully
quick
temper.
The
clerk
prepared
to
pay
the
money.
"How
will
you
have
it?"
he
said.
"What?"
"How
will
you
have
it?"
"Oh"--I
caught
his
meaning
and
answered
without
even
trying
to
think--"in
fifties."
He
gave
me
a
fifty-dollar
bill.
"And
the
six?"
he
asked
dryly.
"In
sixes,"
I
said.
He
gave
it
me
and
I
rushed
out.
As
the
big
door
swung
behind
me
I
caught
the
echo
of
a
roar
of
laughter
that
went
up
to
the
ceiling
of
the
bank.
Since
then
I
bank
no
more.
I
keep
my
money
in
cash
in
my
trousers
pocket
and
my
savings
in
silver
dollars
in
a
sock.
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