STANLEY (calling after him). All right, we’ll play at my place… but you bring the beer.
EUNICE (hollering down from above). Break it up down there! I made the spaghetti dish and ate it myself.
STEVE (going upstairs). I told you and phoned you we was playing. (To the men) Jax beer!
EUNICE. You never phoned me once.
STEVE. I told you at breakfast – and phoned you at lunch…
EUNICE. Well, never mind about that. You just get yourself home here once in a while.
STEVE. You want it in the papers?
(More laughter and shouts of parting come from the men. Stanley throws the screen door of the kitchen den and comes in. He is of medium height, about five feet eight or nine, and strongly, compactly built. Animal joy in his being is implicit in all his movements and attitudes. Since earliest manhood the centre of his life has been pleasure with women, the giving and taking of it, not with weak indulgence, dependantly, but with the power and pride of a richly feathered male bird among hens. Branching out from this complete and satisfying centre are all the auxiliary channels of his life, such as his heartiness with men, his appreciation of rough humour, his love of good drink and food and games, his car, his radio, everything that is his, that bears his emblem of the gaudy seed-bearer. He sizes women up at a glance, with sexual classifications, crude images flash into his mind and determining the way he smiles at them.)