Dere�s no guy livin� dat knows Brooklyn t�roo an� t�roo, because it�d take a guy a lifetime just to find his way aroun� duh goddam town.
So like I say, I�m waitin� for my train t�come when I sees dis big guy standin� deh - dis is duh foist I eveh see of him. Well, he�s lookin� wild, y�know, an� I can see dat he�s had plenty, but still he�s holdin� it; he talks good an� is walkin� straight enough. So den, dis big guy steps up to a little guy dat�s standin� deh, an� says, �How d�yuh get t� Eighteent� Avenoo an� Sixty-sevent� Street?� he says.
�Jesus! Yuh got me, chief,� duh little guy says to him. �I ain�t been heah long myself. Where is duh place?� he says. �Out in duh Flatbush section somewhere?�
�Nah,� duh big guy says. �it�s out in Bensonhoist. But I was neveh deh befoeh. How d�yuh get deh?�
�Jesus,� duh little guy says, scratchin� his head, y�know - yuh could see duh litle guy didn�t know his way about - �yuh got me, chief, I neveh hoid of it. Do any of youse guys know where it is?� he says to me.
�Sure,� I says. �It�s out in Bensonhoist. Yuh take duh Fourt� Avenoo express, get off at Fifty-nint� Street, change to a Sea Beach local deh, get off at Eighteent� Avenoo an� Sixty-toid, and walk down foeh blocks. Dat�s all yuh got to do,� I says.
�G�wan!� some wise guy dat I neveh seen befoeh pipes up. �Whatcha talkin� about?� he says - oh, he was wise, y�know. �Duh guy is crazy! I tell yuh what yuh do,� he says to duh big guy. �Yuh change to duh West End line at Toity-sixt�,� he tells him. �Walk two blocks oveh, foeh blocks up,� he says, �an� you�ll be right deh.� Oh, a wise guy, y�know.
�Oh, yeah?� I says. �Who told you so much?� He got me sore because he was so wise about it. �How long you been livin� heah?� I says.
�All my life,� he says. �I was bawn in Williamsboig,� he says. �An� I can tell you t�ings about dis town you neveh hoid of,� he says.
�Yeah?� I says.
�Yeah,� he says.
�Well, den, you can tell me t�ings about dis town dat nobody else has eveh hoid of, either. Maybe you make it all up yoehself at night,� I says, �befoeh you go to sleep - like cuttin� out papeh dolls, or somp�n.�
�Oh, yeah?� he says. �You�re pretty wise, ain�t yuh?�
�Oh, I don�t know,� I says. �Duh boids ain�t usin� my head for Lincoln�s statue yet,� I says. �But I�m wise enough to know a phony when I see one.�
�Yeah?� he says. �A wise guy, huh? Well, you�re so wise date some one�s goin� t�bust yuh one right on duh snoot some day,� he says. �Dat�s how wise you are.�
Well, my train was comin�, or I�da smacked him den and dere, but when I seen duh train was comin�, all I said was, �All right, mugg! I�m sorry I can�t stay to take keh of you, but I�ll be seein� yuh sometime, I hope, out in duh cemetery.� So den I says to duh big guy, who�d been standin� deh all duh time, �You come wit me,� I says. So when we gets onto duh train I says to him, �Where yuh goin� out in Bensonhoist?� I says. �What numbeh are yuh lookin� for?� I says. You know - I t�ought if he told me duh address I might be able to help him out.
�Oh,� he says, �I�m not lookin� for no one. I don�t know no one out deh.�
�Then whatcha goin� out deh for?� I says.
�Oh,� duh guy says, �I�m just goin� out to see duh place,� he says. �I like duh sound of duh name - Bensonhoist, y�know - so I t�ought I�d go out an� have a look at it.�
�Whatcha tryin� t�hand me?� I says. �Whatcha tryin� t�do - kid me?� You know, I t�ought duh guy was bein� wise wit me.
�No,� he says. �I�m tellin� yuh duh troot. I like to go out an� take a look at places wit nice names like dat. I like to go out an� look at all kinds of places,� he says.
�How�d yuh know deh was such a place,� I says, �if yuh neveh been deh befoeh?�
�Oh,� he says, �I got a map.�
�A map?� I says.
�Sure,� he says, �I got a map dat tells me about all dese places. I take it wit me every time I come out heah,� he says.
And Jesus! Wit dat, he pulls it out of his pocket, an� so help me, but he�s got it - he�s tellin� duh troot - a big map of duh whole goddam place with all duh different pahts mahked out. You know - Canarsie an� East Noo Yawk an� Flatbush, Bensonhoist, Sout� Brooklyn, duh Heights, Bay Ridge, Greenpernt - duh whole goddam layout, he�s got it right deh on duh map.
�You been to any of dose places?� I says.
�Sure,� he says. �I been to most of �em. I was down in Red Hook just last night,� he says.
�Jesus! Red Hook!� I says. �Whatcha do down deh?�
�Oh,� he says, �nuttin� much. I just walked aroun�. I went into a coupla places an� had a drink,� he says, �but most of the time I just walked aroun�.�
�Just walked aroun�?� I says.
�Sure,� he says, �just lookin� at t�ings, y�know.�
�Where�d yuh go?� I asts him.
�Oh,� he says, �I don�t know duh name of duh place, but I could find it on my map,� he says. �One time I was walkin� across some big fields where deh ain�t no houses,� he says, �but I could see ships oveh deh all lighted up. Dey was loadin�. So I walks across duh fields,� he says, �to where duh ships are.�
�Sure,� I says, �I know where you was. You was down to duh Erie Basin.�
�Yeah,� he says. �I guess dat was it. Dey had some of dose big elevators an� cranes an� dey was loadin� ships, an� I could see some ships in drydock all lighted up, so I walks across duh fields to where dey are,� he says.
�Den what did yuh do?� I says.
�Oh,� he says, �nuttin� much. I came on back across duh fields after a while an� went into a coupla places an� had a drink.�
�Didn�t nuttin� happen while yuh was in dere?� I says.
�No,� he says. �Nuttin� much. A coupla guys was drunk in one of duh places an� started a fight, but dey bounced �em out,� he says, �an� den one of duh guys stahted to come back again, but duh bartender gets his baseball bat out from under duh counteh, so duh guy goes on.�
�Jesus!� I said. �Red Hook!�
�Sure,� he says. �Dat�s where it was, all right.�
�Well, you keep outa deh,� I says. �You stay away from deh.�
�Why?� he says. �What�s wrong wit it?�
�Oh,� I says, �it�s a good place to stay away from, dat�s all. It�s a good place to keep out of.�
�Why?� he says. �Why is it?�
Jesus! Whatcha gonna do wit a guy as dumb as that! I saw it wasn�t no use to try to tell him nuttin�, he wouldn�t know what I was talkin� about, so I just says to him, �Oh, nuttin�. Yuh might get lost down deh, dat�s all.�
�Lost?� he says. �No, I wouldn�t get lost. I got a map,� he says.
A map! Red Hook! Jesus!
So den duh guy begins to ast me all kinds of nutty questions: how big was Brooklyn an� could I find my way aroun� in it, an� how long would it take a guy to know duh place.
�Listen!� I says. �You get dat idea outa yoeh head right now,� I says. �You ain�t neveh gonna get to know Brooklyn,� I says. �Not in a hunderd yeahs. I been livin� heah all my life,� I says, �an� I don�t even know all deh is to know about it, so how do you expect to know duh town,� I says, �when you don�t even live heah?�
�Yes,� he says, �but I got a map to help me find my way about.�
�Map or no map,� I says, �yuh ain�t gonna get to know Brooklyn wit no map,� I says.
�Can you swim?� he says, just like dat. Jesus! By dat time, y�know, I begun to see dat duh guy was some kind of nut. He�d had plenty to drink, of course, but he had dat crazy look in his eye I didn�t like. �Can you swim?� he says.
�Sure,� I says. �Can�t you?�
�No,� he says. �Not more�n a stroke or two. I neveh loined good.�
�Well, it�s easy,� I says. �All yuh need is a little confidence. Duh way I loined, me older bruddeh pitched me off duh dock one day when I was eight yeahs old, cloes an� all. �You�ll swim,� he says. �You�ll swim all right - or drown.� An�, believe me, I swam! When yuh know yuh got to, you�ll do it. Duh only t�ing yuh need is confidence. An� once you�ve loined,� I says, �you�ve got nuttin� else to worry about. You�ll neveh forget it. It�s somp�n dat stays wit yuh as long as yuh live.�
�Can yuh swim good?� he says.
�Like a fish,� I tells him. �I�m a regulah fish in duh wateh,� I says. �I loined to swim right off duh docks wit all duh oddeh kids,� I says.
�What would you do if yuh saw a man drownin�?� duh guy says.
�Do? Why, I�d jump in an� pull him out,� I says. �Dat�s what I�d do.�
�Did yuh eveh see a man drown?� he says.
�Sure, � I says. �I see two guys - bot� times at Coney Island. Dey got out too far, an� neider one could swim. Dey drowned befoeh any one could get to �em.�
�What becomes of people after dey�ve drowned out heah?� he says.
�Drowned out where?� I says.
�Out heah in Brooklyn.�
�I don�t know whatcha mean,� I says. �Neveh hoid of no one drownin� heah in Brooklyn, unless you mean a swimmin� pool. Yuh can�t drown in Brooklyn,� I says. �Yuh gotta drown somewhere else - in duh ocean, where dere�s wateh.�
�Drownin�,� duh guy says, lookin� at his map. �Drownin�.� Jesus! I could see by den he was some kind of nut, he had dat crazy expression in his eyes when he looked at you, an� I didn�t know what he might do. So we was comin� to a station, an� it wasn�t my stop, but I got off anyway, an� waited for duh next train.
�Well, so long, chief,� I says. �Take it easy, now.�
�Drownin�,� duh guy says, lookin� at his map. �Drownin�.�
Jesus! I�ve t�ought about dat guy a t�ousand times since den an� wondered what eveh happened to �m goin� out to look at Bensonhoist because he liked duh name! Walkin� aroun� t�roo Red Hook by himself at night an� lookin� at his map! How many people did I see get drowned out heah in Brooklyn! How long would it take a guy wit a good map to know all deh was to know about Brooklyn!
Jesus! What a nut he was! I wondeh what eveh happened to �im, anyway! I wondeh if some one knocked him on duh head, or if he�s still wanderin� aroun� in duh subway in duh middle of duh night wit his little map! Duh poor guy! Say, I�ve got to laugh, at dat, when I t�ink about him! Maybe he�s found out by now dat he�ll neveh live long enough to know duh whole of Brooklyn. It�d take a guy a lifetime to know Brooklyn t�roo an� t�roo. An� even den, yuh wouldn�t know it all.
Thomas Clayton Wolfe (October 3, 1900 � September 15, 1938) was an important American novelist of the 20th century. He wrote four lengthy novels, plus many short stories, dramatic works, and novel fragments. He is known for mixing highly original, poetic, rhapsodical, and impressionistic prose with autobiographical writing. His books, written during the Great Depression, depict the variety and diversity of American culture.