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: [to Andy
] Son, six wardens have been through here in my tenure, and I've learned one immutable, universal truth: Not one of them born whose asshole wouldn't pucker up tighter than a snare drum when you ask them for funds.
: Easy peasy japanesey.
] Captain Hadley
: That's him. That's the one. Guard Dekins
: I'm Dekins. I was thinking about setting up some kind of trust fund for my kids' educations. Andy Dufresne
: Oh, I see. Well, why don't we have a seat and talk it over. Brooks, do you have a piece of paper and a pencil? Thanks. So, Mr. Dekins... Brooks
: [at lunchtime to the other prisoners
] And then Andy says, "Mr. Dekins, do you want your sons to go to Harvard... or Yale?" Floyd
: He didn't say that! Brooks
: God is my witness! Dekins just looked at him a second and then he laughed himself silly and afterwards he actually shook Andy's hand. Heywood
: My ass. Brooks
: Shook his hand! I near soiled myself, I mean all Andy needed was a suit and a tie and a little jiggly hula gal on his desk and he woulda been *Mister* Dufresne, if you please. Red
: Making a few friends, huh Andy? Andy Dufresne
: I wouldn't say friends. I'm a convicted murderer who provides sound financial planning - it's a wonderful pet to have.
: [in letter
] Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer" and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doin' okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. P.S: Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. No hard feelings. Brooks.