) hung on a hook on the wall, and underneath it I could see his tie, knotted, ready to be slipped over his head, a black badge of frayed respectability that ought never to have left his neck.

No one was behind it, but in the rear wall of the office I noticed, for the first time, a door which had been left partially open.

Everybody left and I stayed in the pool, then Lou came back alone and leaped into the pool too.

Two uniformed officers, a couple of plain-clothesmen I knew, and two other men stood on a gray cement area next to the pool on my left.

I left the party as soon as possible and got into a taxi.

`` But I have no permission to re-enter France, and I have just left '', I told him.

Every chance I got I left the hotel to visit Lilly.

`` I leave this church with a feeling that a great weight has been lifted off my heart, I have left my grudge at the altar and forgiven my neighbor ''.

I certainly hope this will be the impression left in the minds of readers, rather than the comment by Cleveland Amory in his first of the month column.

Remember what I said about going out to get anybody left behind??

I would have stood there and died there if left to myself, but Cousin Simmons grabbed my arm in his viselike grip and fairly plucked me out of there ; ;

I raised some kale by hocking the good clothes I had left over from my respectable uptown life, but when that was gone I didn't have a cent.

Before he left town Pat saw to it that I was fixed up with a job.

`` He was awake when I left ''.

`` This is moving day '', Winston reminded her, `` and I bet you left things every which way upstairs, your clothes all over the floor and the bed not made.

Within half an hour I jumped a six-point buck that hop-skipped through a rhododendron thicket, and I caught him just behind the left foreleg at 60 yards.

I started my tour of them at the Turkish Government Tourist Office, next to Pan American's office on the left as you enter the driveway that leads to the Hilton Hotel.

As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.

When one of the men in the hall behind us spat on the floor and scraped his boot over the gob of spittle I noticed how the clerk winced.

I kept circling the block hoping to see, from the street behind it, the rear of the hall.

As he lowered himself on the chair behind his desk I wondered what this dapper, slightly ridiculous man could possibly have to do with the workings of the hall.

I regained my squatting position behind the truck cab's rear window.

I heard the screech of brakes behind me, an insane burst of laughter beneath me.

I saw Johnson's bottle snatched from his hand, saw it go in a swirl of foam just behind the second car.

I marched up to the waiting officials, the students massed behind me.

I could hear Alfred's voice a few words behind Meltzer's like a counterpoint, punctuated by sobs of sorrow and resignation.

I had my arm behind his back.

At five o'clock that night it was already dark, and behind my closed door I was dressing as carefully as a groom.

I felt superior to the neighborhood friends I was leaving behind, felt older than my years, and was full of compliments for myself as I headed into the subway that was carrying its packs of passengers out of that dull borough and into the unstable, tantalizing excitement of Manhattan.

Taking the path behind the Throne Room to the building directly beyond it, the Portrait Gallery, I went right at the end of it, through a garden to a small building at the back -- a sitting room furnished with low blue divans, its floor covered with carpets, its ceiling painted with gold squares and floral designs.

`` I paint the nothing '', he said once to Franz Kline and myself, `` the nothing that is behind the something, the inexpressible, unpaintable ' tick ' in the unconscious, the ' spirit ' of the moment resting forever, suspended like a huge balloon, in non-time ''.

Do you think I might profitably study some of the history you do, perhaps two weeks behind you.

I wondered suddenly as I listened to the disconnected jabberings coming from the patient behind me, if I had not perhaps imagined it all.

And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.

Help me up, I feel kind of stiff ''.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Gray Eyes rushing at me with a knife.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

I have it with me, right here.

Since they could see me but I not them, their presence in the hall disturbed me.

This impressed me, until I realized how limited was his sphere of influence.

He pointed out the switch to me and for a moment I foolishly believed that he would let deed follow words.

I was shown, instead, a batch of white tickets of the sort handed out, he told me, every morning.

Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.

Later I would remember what this pompous little man had told me about the worth of a ticket.

I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.

No sooner would I turn my head away from the counter before he would address me, at times quite sharply, in order to bring back my attention.

When I asked him what, if anything, I could do about it, he surprised me by referring me to the director of the hall.

The clerk impressed this upon me: that I should not arrive in the hall before ten o'clock.

Though I doubted that he would understand me, I told the director my motives for applying.

To this effect I had already severed all connections which bound me to my former existence.