How Now, Voyager?
57
learn that Galvin had originally worked for a white shoe law firm and was
married to one of its partner’s daughters. Mickey tells Laura that Galvin was in
awe of anyone who owned a yacht. Mickey cynically explains—in a rare
reference to the seahawking days of an earlier Boston archetype:
M i c k e y . Steams, Harrington, you know who that is?
L a u r a . Should I?
M i c k e y . A huge law firm. Okay? They put him in the firm,
he’s married, everything’s superb. Franky, he’s
starting to talk like he comes from Dorsetshire, some
fuckin’ place, “You must drop by with Pat and
me . . . ” Okay .. ? He thinks that anybody who
knows what a “spinnaker” is got to be a saint. I told
him “Franky, wake up. These people are sharks.
What do you think they got so rich from? Doing
good?”
Warden’s character, Mickey Morrissey, obviously a well-connected old timer,
also invokes the anti-Brahminism of the Skef