Yes, I live in a castle, Tony! Alone! And rich white people pay me to play piano for them because it makes them feel cultured. But as soon as I step off that stage, I go right back to being just another nigger to them. Because that is their true culture. And I suffer that slight alone, because I’m not accepted by my own people, ’cause I’m not like them either. So if I’m not black enough, and if I’m not white enough, and if I’m not man enough, then tell me, Tony, what am I?