Riggs had thought that in becoming a Hollywood agent he would become himself. Slowly he convinced a few of the desperate actors who hung around the diner to speak to someone else on their behalf. They were only too happy to find an agent, of some sort, and place the burden of their own becoming in the hands of someone else. All across the nation people were gladly handing over their selves to others in the hopes of becoming themselves, desperate to fast-forward into glory, to escape the slow, awful ticking of the present.