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обращаться как с королем) and, like most authors, had been treated like shit. Johnny
had seen the humiliation of the author one night at the Brown Derby. The writer had
been fixed up with a well-known bosomy starlet for a date on the town and a sure
shack-up later. But while they were at dinner the starlet had deserted the famous author
because a ratty-looking movie comic had waggled (to waggle – помахивать,
покачивать) his finger at her. That had given the writer the right slant (наклон,
быстрый взгляд; точка зрения, подход, мнение) on just who was who in the
Hollywood pecking (to peck – клевать /клювом/) order. It didn't matter that his book
had made him world famous. A starlet would prefer the crummiest (crummy –
крошащийся, рыхлый; никудышный, несчастный; to crum – раскрошить), the rattiest,
the phoniest movie wheel.
Now Johnny called the author at his New York home to thank him for the great part he
had written in his book for him. He flattered the shit out of the guy. Then casually he
asked him how he was doing on his next novel and what it was all about. He lit a cigar
while the author told him about a specially interesting chapter and then finally said,
"Gee, I'd like to read it when you're finished. How about sending me a copy? Maybe I
can get you a good deal for it, better than you got with Woltz."
The eagerness in the author's voice told him that he had guessed right. Woltz had
chiseled (надул: «обработал зубилом»: chisel [tizl]) the guy, given him peanuts
(бесценок, «смешные деньги»; peanut – арахис, земляной орех) for the book.
Johnny mentioned that he might be in New York right after the holidays and would the
author want to come and have dinner with some of his friends. "I know a few good-
looking broads," Johnny said jokingly. The author laughed and said OK.
Next Johnny called up the director and cameraman on the film he had just finished to
thank them for having helped him in the film. He told them confidentially that he knew
Woltz had been against him and he doubly appreciated their help and that if there was
ever anything he could do for them they should just call.
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Then he made the hardest call of all, the one to Jack Woltz. He thanked him for the
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part in the picture and told him how happy he would be to work for him anytime. He did
this merely to throw Woltz off the track. He had always been very square, very straight.
In a few days Woltz would find out about his maneuvering and be astounded by the
treachery of this call, which was exactly what Johnny Fontane wanted him to feel.
After that he sat at the desk and puffed at his cigar. There was whiskey on a side
table but he had made some sort of promise to himself and Hagen that he wouldn't
drink. He shouldn't even be smoking. It was foolish; whatever was wrong with his voice
probably wouldn't be helped by knocking off drinking and smoking. Not too much, but
what the hell, it might help and he wanted all the percentages with him, now that he had
a fighting chance.
Now with the house quiet, his divorced wife sleeping, his beloved daughters sleeping,
he could think back to that terrible time in his life when he had deserted them. Deserted
them for a whore tramp of a bitch who was his second wife. But even now he smiled at
the thought of her, she was such a lovely broad in so many ways and, besides, the only
thing that saved his life was the day that he had made up his mind never to hate a
woman or, more specifically, the day he had decided he could not afford to hate his first
wife and his daughters, his girl friends, his second wife, and the girl friends after that,
right up to Sharon Moore brushing him off so that she could brag about refusing to
screw for the great Johnny Fontane.
He had traveled with the band singing and then he had become a radio star and a star
of the movie stage shows and then he had finally made it in the movies. And in all that
time he had lived the way he wanted to, screwed the women he wanted to, but he had
never let it affect his personal life. Then he had fallen for his soon to be second wife,
Margot Ashton; he had gone absolutely crazy for her. His career had gone to hell, his
voice had gone to hell, his family life had gone to hell. And there had come the day
when he was left without anything.
The thing was, he had always been generous and fair. He had given his first wife
everything he owned when he divorced her. He had made sure his two daughters would
get a piece of everything he made, every record, every movie, every club date. And
when he had been rich and famous he had refused his first wife nothing. He had helped
out all her brothers and sisters, her father and mother, the girl friends she had gone to
school with and their families. He had never been a stuck-up (высокомерный,