Our conversation was interrupted when James came up and said he had to go, and he would just rather give Ezekiel his stinking $40 and leave. Ezekiel let him storm out of the room after throwing the money on the floor, and then turned to me and said, "I have to go. But remember: do not try to save your soul with sudden resolutions that never last or hasty acts of goodwill that are done out of terror. But really, I have to go." "He’s probably gone by now," I said. "How will you catch up to him? You may as well take his money and sleep in my kitchen." "He’s waiting for me outside," said Ezekiel, who picked up his money and left.