Popular Culture Review Vol. 21, No. 1, Winter 2010 | Page 61

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