"'Everyone celebrates Christmas'?" Ned repeats, half-incredulous and half-angry, raising his voice to be heard over the sound of the rain hitting the pavement, the car wheels rushing through it, the usual increase in cacophonous car horns. "They really said that? Unbelievable." Ned rolls his eyes in vicarious exasperation.

And then Ginsberg is telling him the story about his boss sabotaging his work, and Ned has never been more glad that he works by himself, without interference from anyone. That sounds like a theme of Ginsberg's life from what he's heard so far: interference, benign or otherwise. His father, interfering in his love life, or social life. His co-workers doing the same, as well as interfering with his work.

They are soon at the door to Ned's building, and he opens the front door for Ginsberg, following him inside and shaking his head to get the excess water out. A useless gesture, really. It wasn't all that far, but he's managed to get rather wet. The combination of slippery shoes, stone stairs, and his own intoxication is a bad one, and Ned goes carefully, clinging to the handrail with unusual ferocity, taking the steps with unusual deliberation.

"They sound like bullies, all of them," Ned decides, as he makes his way up towards the second-to-top floor, where his apartment is.