"Annie you can read it now! The other, while not your standard Hollywood happy ending, at least holds out some hope for the future.
That doesnt scare me a bit. "I dont kid myself that you care, I dont kid myself about that at all, but you know. Once upon a time it would have been filled with crushed butts; now it held nothing more hazardous to his health than paper-clips and a typewriter eraser. Were going to be all right if it gets dark before anyone comes to check on that fellow.
Let there be light (even of the hazy variety), and the light was good, and so on and so on? Once upon a time it came to pass.
He was a little surprised at the depth of sympathy he felt for the animals and the depth of his anger at Annie for how she had, in her unadmitting and arrogant egoism, left them to suffer in their pens. Given her mood this morning, that would almost surely have resulted in some unpleasant and painful punishment.