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Adam and Eve must have feltSurely they looked
back at Eden, don't you think, as they started
barefoot down the path to where we are now, in our
glum political world of bullets and bombs and
satellite TV? Looked past the angel guarding the
shut gate with his fiery sword? SureI think they
must have wanted one more look at the green world
they had lost, with its sweet water and kindhearted
animalsAnd its snake, of courseii
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There's a charm-bracelet of keys lying off the
west coast of FloridaIf you had your sevenleague
boots on, you could step from Longboat to
Lido, from Lido to Siesta, from Siesta to CaseyThe next step takes you to Duma Key, nine miles
long and half a mile wide at its widest, between
Casey Key and Don Pedro IslandMost of it's
uninhabited, a tangle of banyans, palms, and
Australian pines with an uneven, dune-rumpled
beach running along the Gulf edgeThe beach is
guarded by a waist-high band of sea oats"The sea
oats belong," Wireman once told me, "but the rest
of that shit has no business growing without
irrigation For much of the time I spent on Duma
Key, no one lived there but Wireman, the Bride of
the Godfather, and meSandy Smith was my Realtor in StI had
asked her to find me a place that was quiet - I'm
not sure I used the word isolated, but I may have
- but still within reach of servicesThinking of
Kamen's advice, I told Sandy I wanted to lease for
a year, and price wasn't an object, as long as I
wasn't getting skint too badEven depressed and
in more or less constant pain, I was averse to
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being taken advantage ofSandy fed my
requirements into her computer, and Big Pink was
what came outIt was just the luck of the drawExcept I don't really believe thatBecause even
my earliest pictures seem to have, I don't know,
somethingiii
On the day I arrived in my rental car (driven by
Jack Cantori, the young man Sandy Smith had hired
through a Sarasota employment agency), I knew
nothing about the history of Duma KeyI only knew
one reached it by crossing a WPA-era drawbridge
from Casey KeyOnce over this bridge, I observed
that the northern tip of the island was free of
the vegetation that tangled the restInstead
there was actual landscaping (in Florida this
means palms and grass undergoing nearly constant
irrigation)I could see half a dozen houses
strung along the narrow, patchy band of road
leading south, the last one of them a huge and
undeniably elegant hacienda69
And close by, less than a football field's length
from the Duma Key end of the drawbridge, I could
see a pink house hanging over the Gu
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Don't think about itwas her solutionI was glad we were on the replica gucci homestretch of our long raidTomorrow we would visit our growing
cache?a moving truck we kept hidden within a day's reach of our path?and clean out the van for
the last timeJust a few more cities, a few more days, down through Oklahoma, then New
Mexico, and then a straight drive through Arizona with no stopsWhen we slept in hotels rather than in the crowded van, we usually chanel jewelry checked in after dark and
left before dawn to keep the souls from getting a good look at usJared and Ian were beginning to realize thatThis night, because we'd had such a successful
day?the van was completely full
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Well, to tell you the truth, Miss Helledell, I should prefer to discuss it when we've got the manuscript between usI remember the characters perfectly but I'm awfully bad on namesIt's one of my faults for which you'll have to forgive me And there is always the game of mentally plucking, one by one, all the feathers in her hat Or the young serious novelist, not quite good enough, he has decidedGodfrey, I think you've got a damn good book there and it's a santos cartier watch damn shame that publishing exigencies being what they are, this is not quite the season, perhaps in thirty-six, it would have been a classic if it had come out in the twenties, George, for example, liked it a hell of a lot Yeah, I understand, but still it seems to me you could take a chance, after all, that crap you put out, I understand, bread and butter, but a serious book is a publisher's only excuse for being Sure, it's a damn shameSipping his drink mournfullyYou know if you intend to do dior saddle another book we're awfully interested in it
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me or make me jealous, you'll just have to think againEleanor Butler watched, puzzled, as Scarlett's mouth fell half-open in
surprise, and her eyes glittered with excitementEleanor looked
behind her shoulder, wondering what Scarlett sawBut although
Scarlett's gaze was fixed, she wasn't looking at anythingShe was blinded by the brightness of the thought that had come to
herJealous! What a fool I've been! Of course that's itIt explains
everythingWhy did it take me so long to see it? Rhett practically
rubbed my nose in it when he made such a to-do about the name of
the
riverHe's still jealous of AshleyHe's always been crazy
jealous of Ashley, that's why he wanted me so muchAll I have to do
is make him jealous againNot of Ashley-heavens no-if I so much as
threw a smile in his direction he'd be looking pitiful at me and begging
me to marry himNo, I'll find somebody else, somebody right here in
CharlestonThat won't be hard at allThe Season starts in six days
and there'll be parties and balls and dancing and sitting out to take a
bite of cake and a cup of punchThis might be fancy old snobby
Charleston, but men don't change with geographyI'll have a string of
beaux hanging after me before the first party's half doneAfter Sunday dinner the whole family went to the
Confederate Home carrying baskets of greens from the plantation and
two
of Miss Eleanor's whiskey-soaked fruitcakesScarlett almost danced
along the sidewalk, swinging her basket and singing a Christmas songHer gaiety was infectious, and soon the four of them were carolling at
houses on the way"Come in," cried the owners of each house they
serenadedButler suggested instead, "we're
going to decorate the Home There were more than a dozen willing
helpers when they reached the lovely shabby old house on Broad
StreetThe orphans squealed with anticipation when the cakes were
unpacked,
but, "Grown-ups only," Eleanor said firmly
And she took out the sugar cookies she had brought for
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outcome from the beginningI, on the other hand, could not bring myself to accept it, even nowWalter was my friend, not hersI was the one he'd defendedOne of those dim blue lights greeted us as we approached the hospital wing(I knew now that
the lanterns were solar powered, left in sunny corners during the day to charge We all moved
more quietly, slowing at the same time without having to discuss itIn the darkness, with the odd shadows thrown by the weak glow, it seemed
only more forbiddingThere was a new smell?the room reeked of slow decay and stinging
alcohol and bileTwo of the cots were occupiedDoc's feet hung over the edge of one
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He looked at me, his lips pressed into a thin, rigid line?I'm not really in the mood for playing a
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"I always admired youWe've always admired you and liked you
"Well, we like you, Jessie The night after the bombing, around midnight, after Merry's photograph had been on television and everybody in America knew that the day before she had said to somebody at school that Old Rimrock was in for a big surprise, Jessie tried to walk the three miles to their house to see the Levovs but on the unpaved country road, alone in the dark, had twisted her ankle and, two hours later, still lying there, was nearly run over by a pickup truck "Okay, my friend Jessie, fill me inWhat is a drag and a whip?" You couldn't say his father didn't try to get along with people for all that he really couldn'tIf she was a guest of his children, then she was his friend, regardless of how repelled he might be by the cigarettes, by the whiskey, by the unkempt hair and the rundown shoes and the burlap tent concealing the ill-used body--by all the privilege she had squandered and the disgrace she had made of her life "A drag is a hunt and it's not with a foxIt's over a line that's laid by a man on a horse ahead of youthat has a scent in a bagIt's to make the effect of a huntThe hounds go after itThere are huge, huge fences, and it's done in a sort of a courseHuge, huge, thick brush fencesEight, ten feet wide with bars on topDown there there's a lot of stee-plechasing and a lot of good riders and everybody gets out there and bombs through those places and it's fun
It appeared to the Swede to be as much her confoundment with her chanel logo earrings predicament--a tipsy woman, out at a party, blabbing uncontrollably--as his father's genial I'm-just-a-dope inquiry that drew her disastrously on, each slurred word unsuccessfully stimulating her mouth to try to produce one that rang clear as a bellClear as the "Daddy!" that had pealed out perfectly from behind the veil of his daughter the Jain He knew what his father was thinking without bothering to look up from where he was using the tongs to make a pyramid of the reddest coalsFun, his father was thinking, what is it with them and fun? What is this fun? What is so much fun? His father was wondering, as he had ever since his son had bought the house and the hundred acres forty miles west of Keer Avenue, Why does he want to live with these people? Forget the drinkingThey would bore me to death in two minutes Dawn had one brief against them, his father had another "Anyway," Jessie was saying, trying, with the cigarette-holding hand, to stir into being some sort of conclusion, "that was why I went to school with my horse
"You went to school with a horse?"
Again she impatiently pursed her lips, probably because this father, who thought he was helping her out with his questions, was driving her even more rapidly than usual to whatever collapse was in storeWe both got on the train at the same time," she told him"Wasn't I lucky?" she asked, and to the surprise of both Levov men, as though she weren't at all in serious straits--as though that was just a laughable illusion that disgustingly self-satisfied sober prada clutch people persisted in having about drunks--laid a flirtatious hand on the side of Lou Levov's head "I'm sorry, I don't understand how you got on the train with a horseHow big was this horse?"
"In those days horses were on horsecarsLevov, as though his lifelong bewilderment at the pleasures of Gentiles had at last been put to restHe took her hand from where it lay on his hair and, as though to squeeze into her everything he knew about life's purpose that she would seem to have forgotten, held it firmly between his own handsMeanwhile, under the impetus of that force which, by failing to size up the situation, would lead her into humiliation before the night was through, Jessie went waveringly on "They were all leaving with the polo circuit and they were all going down south in the winter trainThe train stopped in PhiladelphiaSo I put my horse in with themI put my horse in the car two cars up from where I was bunked in, waved good-bye to the family, and it was great
"How old were you?"
"I was thirteenI didn't feel homesick at all, and it was just great, great, great"--here she began to cry--"fun
Thirteen, his father was thinking, a pisherke, and you waved good-bye to the family? What was the matter? Was something the matter with them? What the hell were you waving good-bye to your family for at thirteen? No wonder you're shicker now But what he said was "That's all right, let it all outWhy not? You're among friends Unsavory as the job must have seemed to him, it had to be done, and so he removed the louis vuitton backpacks glass from her one hand, discarded for her the freshly lit cigarette in the other, and took her into his arms, which was perhaps all she had been asking for all along "I see where I have to be a father again," he said to her softly, and she could say nothing, she could only weep and let herself be rocked by the Swede's father, whom, on the one other occasion she had met him in her life--when, some fifteen years back, they had gone to picnic on the Orcutts' lawn for Fourth of July--she had tried to interest in skeet shooting, yet another of those diversions that had long defied Lou Levov's Jewish comprehensionFor "fun" pulling a trigger and shooting with a gun That was the day when, on the way back home, they'd passed a handmade sign on the road by the Congregational church that said "Tent Sale" and Merry had begged the Swede, in her fervent way, to stop and buy one for her If Jessie could cry on his father's shoulder over waving good-bye to her family at the age of thirteen, about being shipped off alone at thirteen with nothing but a horse, why shouldn't that memory of his--"Daddy, stop, they're selling t-t-t-tents!"--bring the Swede to the edge of tears about his daughter the Jain when she was six?
Figuring that Orcutt ought to know what was happening to Jessie and needing time to collect himself, feeling suddenly the full weight of the situation he was so strenuously working to obliterate from his thinking at least until the guests went home--the situation he was in as the father of a daughter who had omega usa killed not just one person more or less accidentally but, in the name of truth and justice, three more people quite indifferently, a daughter who, having repudiated everything she had ever learned from him and her mother, had now gone on to disown virtually the whole of civilized existence, beginning with cleanliness and ending with reason--the Swede left his father temporarily to tend alone to Jessie and went around, by way of the back of the house, to the rear kitchen door to get OrcuttThrough the door's glass panes he could see a stack of papers on the table, a new batch of Orcutt's drawings, probably of the troublesome link, and then, by the sink, he saw Orcutt himself Orcutt had on his raspberry-colored linen pants and, hanging clear of the pants, a loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt decorated with a colorful array of tropical flora best described in a word favored by Sylvia Levov for everything distasteful to her in wearing apparel: "loud Dawn maintained that the outfit was just part of that superconfident Orcutt facade by which, as a young newcomer to Old Rimrock, she had once been so ridiculously intimidatedAccording to Dawn's interpretation--which, when she told it to him, struck the Swede as not without a tinge still of the old resentment--the message of the Hawaiian summer shirts was simply this: I am William Orcutt III and I can wear what other people around here wouldn't dare to wear"The grander you believe you are in the great world of Morris County," said Dawn, "the more flamboyant you think you omega de ville men's watches ca
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Jackson that evening on the Countess Olenska
"Call it what you like: you look at things as...
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"Well?it hasn't blinded you! You've seen that she's just an old bogey like all the others
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The Swede had sat in a chair in the corner of the...
The Swede had sat in a chair in the corner of the office, well out of the line of fire
Dallas looked at him again, and then, with an...
Dallas looked at him again, and then, with an incredulous gesture, passed out of sight under the vaulted doorway
Archer sat down on the bench and continued to gaze at the awninged balconyHe calculated the time it would take his son to be carried up in the lift to the fifth floor, to ring the bell, and be admitted to the hall, and then ushered into the drawing-roomHe pictured Dallas entering that room with his quick assured step and his delightful smile, and wondered if the people were right who said that his boy "took after him
Then he tried to see the persons already in the room?for probably at that sociable hour there would be more than one?and among them a dark lady, pale and dark, who would look up quickly, half rise, and hold out a long thin hand with three rings on itHe thought she would be sitting in a sofa-corner near the fire, with azaleas banked behind her on a table
"It's more real to me here than if I went up," he suddenly heard himself say
A sign in a fairy taleThree generations in...
A sign in a fairy taleThree generations in raptures over AmericaThree generations of becoming one with a peopleAnd now with the fourth it had all come to nothingThe total vandalization of their world Her room had no window, only a narrow transom over the door that opened onto the unlit hallway, a twenty-foot-long urinal whose decaying plaster walls he wanted to smash apart with his fists the moment he entered the house and smelled itThe hallway led out to the street through a door that had neither lock nor handle, nor glass in the double frameNowhere in her room could he see a faucet or a radiatorHe could not imagine what the toilet was like or where it might be and wondered if the hallway was it for her as well as for the bums who wandered in off the highway or down from Mulberry StreetShe would have lived better than this, far better, if she were one of Dawn's cattle, in the shed where the herd gathered in the worst weather with the proximity of one another's carcasses to warm them, and the rugged coats they grew in winter, and Merry's mother, even in the sleet, even on an icy, wintry day, up before six carrying hay bales to feed themHe thought of the cattle not at all unhappy out there in the winter and he thought of those two they called the "derelicts," Dawn's retired giant, Count, and the old mare Sally, each of them in human years comparable to seventy or seventy-five, who found each other when they were both over the hill and then became inseparable--one would go and the other would follow, doing all the things together that would keep them well and happyIt was zucca spy fendi bag fascinating to watch their routine and the wonderful life they hadRemembering how when it was sunny they would stretch out in the sun to warm their hides, he thought, If only she had become an animal It was beyond understanding, not only how Merry could be living in this hovel like a pariah, not only how Merry could be a fugitive wanted for murder, but how he and Dawn could have been the source of it allHow could their innocent foibles add up to this human being? Had none of this happened, had she stayed at home, finished high school, gone to college, there would have been problems, of course, big problems
She sang, of course, "M'ama!" and not "he loves...
She sang, of course, "M'ama!" and not "he loves me," since an unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiencesThis seemed as natural to Newland Archer as all the other conventions on which his life was moulded: such as the duty of using two silver-backed brushes with his monogram in blue enamel to part his hair, and of never appearing in society without a flower (preferably a gardenia) in his buttonhole the prima donna sang, and "M'ama!", with a final burst of love triumphant, as she pressed the dishevelled daisy to her lips and lifted her large eyes to the sophisticated countenance of the little brown Faust-Capoul, who was vainly trying, in a tight purple velvet doublet and plumed cap, to look as pure and true as his artless victim
Newland Archer, leaning against the wall at the back of the club box, turned his eyes from the stage and scanned the opposite side of the houseDirectly facing him was the box of old MrsManson Mingott, whose monstrous obesity had long since made it impossible for her to attend the Opera, but who was always represented on fashionable nights by some of the younger members of the familyOn this occasion, the front of the box was filled by her daughter-in-law, MrsLovell Mingott, and her daughter, MrsWelland
Conlon quietly replied, displaying an outlook so...
Conlon quietly replied, displaying an outlook so calm and kind and compassionate that the Swede wanted to disappear, to hide like a child, while at the same time the urge was nearly overpowering to throw himself at her feet and to remain there forever, begging for her forgiveness"You are good parents and you raised your daughter the way you thought best," she said to him"It was not your fault and I don't hold anything against youYou didn't go out and buy the dynamiteYou didn't make the bombYou didn't plant the bombYou had nothing to do with the bombIf, as it appears, your daughter turns out to be the one who is responsible, I will hold no one responsible but herI feel badly for you and your family, MrI have lost a husband, my children have lost a fatherBut you have lost something even greaterYou are parents who have lost a childThere is not a day that goes by that you won't be in my thoughts and in my prayers The Swede had known Fred Conlon only slightly, from cocktail parties and charity events where they found themselves equally boredMainly he knew him by reputation, a man who cared about his family and the hospital with the same devotion--a hard worker, a good guyUnder him, the hospital had begun to plan a building program, the first since its construction, and in addition to the new coronary care unit, during his stewardship there had been a long-overdue modernization of emergency room facilitiesBut who gives a shit balenciaga twiggy about the emergency room of a community hospital out in the sticks? Who gives a shit about a rural general store whose owner has been running it since 1921? We're talking about humanity! When has there ever been progress for humanity without a few small mishaps and mistakes? The people are angry and they have spoken! Violence will be met by violence, regardless of consequences, until the people are liberated! Fascist America down one post office, facility completely destroyed Except, as it happened, Hamlin's was not an official Upost office nor were the Hamlins Upostal employees--theirs was merely a postal station contracted, for x number of dollars, to handle a little postal business on the sideHamlin's was no more a government installation than the office where your accountant makes out your tax formsBut that is a mere technicality to world revolutionariesFacility destroyed! Eleven hundred Old Rimrock residents forced, for a full year and a half, to drive five miles to buy their stamps and to get packages weighed and to send anything registered or special deliveryThat'll show Lyndon Johnson who's boss They were laughing at himLife was laughing at himConlon had said, "You are as much the victims of this tragedy as we areThe difference is that for us, though recovery will take time, we will survive as a familyWe will survive as a loving familyWe will survive with our memories intact and with our memories to sustain usIt will big chanel not be any easier for us than it will be for you to make sense of something so senselessBut we are the same family we were when Fred was here, and we will survive
The clarity and force with which she implied that the Swede and his family would not survive made him wonder, in the weeks that followed, if her kindness and her compassion were so all-encompassing as he had wanted at first to believe He never went to see her again He told his secretary that he was going over to New York, to the Czech mission, where he'd already had preliminary discussions about a trip to Czechoslovakia later in the fallIn New York he had examined specimen gloves as well as shoes, belts, pocketbooks, and wallets manufactured in Czechoslovakia, and now the Czechs were working up plans for him to visit factories in Brno and Bratislava so he could see the glove setup firsthand and examine a more extensive sample of their work while it was in production and when it came off the floorThere was no longer any question that in Czechoslovakia leather apparel could be more cheaply made than in Newark or Puerto Rico--and probably better made, tooThe workmanship that had begun falling off in the Newark plant since the riots had continued to deteriorate, especially once Vicky retired as making room foreladyEven granting that what he'd seen at the Czech mission might not be representative of day-to-day production, it had been impressive enoughBack in the miu miu nappa thirties the Czechs had flooded the American market with fine gloves, over the years excellent Czech cutters had been employed by Newark Maid, and the machinist who for thirty years had been employed full-time tending Newark Maid's sewing machines, keeping those workhorses running--replacing worn-out shafts, levers, throat plates, bobbins, endlessly adjusting each machine's timing and tension--was a Czech, a wonderful worker, expert with every glove machine on earth, able to fix anythingEven though the Swede had assured his father he had no intention of signing over any aspect of their operation to a Communist government until he'd returned with a thorough report, he was confident that pulling out of Newark wasn't far down the line Dawn by this time had her new face and had begun the startling comeback, and as for Merrywell, Merry dear, Merry darling, my precious one-and-only Merry-child, how can I possibly remain on Central Avenue struggling to keep my production up, taking the beating we're taking there from black people who care nothing any longer about the quality of my product--people who are careless, people who've got me over a barrel because they know there's nobody trainable left in Newark to replace them--for fear that if I leave Central Avenue you will call me a racist and never see me again? I have waited so long to see you again, your mother has waited, Grandpa and Grandma have waited, we have all been waiting chanel cambon handbag twenty-four hours a day every day of every year for five years to see you or to hear from you or somehow to get some word of you, and we can postpone our lives no longerMother is a new womanIf we are ever again going to live, now is when we must begin Nonetheless, he was waiting not for the pleasant consul at the Czech mission to welcome him with a glass of slivovitz (as his father or his wife would think if they happened to phone the office) but across from the dog and cat hospital on New Tersey Railroad Avenue, a ten-minute car ride from the Newark Maid factoryAnd for years? In Newark, for years? Merry was living in the one place in the world he would never have guessed had he been given a thousand guessesWas he deficient in intelligence, or was she so provocative, so perverse, so insane he still could not imagine anything she might do? Was he deficient also in imagination? What father wouldn't be? It was preposterousHis daughter was living in Newark, working across the Pennsylvania Railroad tracks, and not at the end of the Ironbound where the Portuguese were reclaiming the poor Down Neck streets but here at the Ironbound's westernmost edge, in the shadow of the railroad viaduct that closed off Railroad Avenue all along the western side of the streetThat grim fortification was the city's Chinese wall, brownstone boulders piled twenty feet high, strung out for more than a mile and intersected only by half a dozen foul gucci backpacks underpa
His father did not move, even when the Swede's...
His father did not move, even when the Swede's mother came out to comfort himHe sat without moving for over an hour, all the time leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his face invisible in his handsThere was such a load of tears inside his head that he had to hold it like that in his two strong hands to prevent it from tumbling off of himWhen he was able to raise the head up again, he got back in the car and drove to work
Is Merry lying? Is Merry brainwashed? Is Merry a lesbian? Is Rita the girlfriend? Is Merry running the whole insane thing? Are they out to do nothing but torture me? Is that the game, the entire game, to torture and torment me?
No, Merry's not lying--Merry is rightRita Cohen does not existIf Merry believes it, I believe itHe did not have to listen to somebody who did not existThe drama she'd constructed did not existHer hateful accusations did not existHer authority did not exist, her powerIf she did not exist, she could not have any powerCould Merry cartier tank watch have these religious beliefs and Rita Cohen? You had only to listen to Rita Cohen howling into the phone to know that she was someone to whom there was no sacred form of life on earth or in heavenWhat does she have to do with self-starvation and Ma-hatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King? She does not exist because she does not fit inThese are not even her wordsThese are not a young girl's wordsThere are no grounds for these wordsThis is an imitation of someoneSomeone has been telling her what to do and what to sayFrom the beginning this has all been an actShe's an act
Merry as a grade school kid lying on the floor of...
Merry as a grade school kid lying on the floor of the study next to Dawn's desk, drawing pictures of Count while Dawn did the accounts for the farmMerry emulating her mother's concentration, enjoying working with the same discipline, silently delighting to feel an equal in a common pursuit, and in some preliminary way offering them a glimpse of herself as the adult--yes, of the adult friend to them that she would someday beMemories particularly of when they weren't being what parents are nine-tenths of the time--the taskmasters, the examples, the moral authorities, the nags of pick-that-up and you're-going-to-be-late, keepers of the diary of her duties and routines--memories, rather, of when they found one another afresh, beyond the tensions between parental mastery and inept childish uncertainty, of those moments of respite in a family's life when they could reach one another in calm The early mornings in the bathroom shaving while Dawn went to wake Merry up--he could not imagine a better start to the morning than catching a glimpse of that ritualThere was never an alarm clock in Merry's life--Dawn was her alarm clockBefore six o'clock Dawn was already out in the barn, but at promptly six-thirty she stopped tending the herd, came back in the house, and went up to the child's room, where, as she sat at the edge of the bed, daybreak's comforting observance beganWithout a word it began--Dawn simply stroking Merry's sleeping head, a pantomime that could go on for two full minutesNext, almost singing the whispered words, Dawn lightly inquired, "A sign of life?" Merry responded not by opening her eyes but by moving a little finger"Another sign, please?" On the game went--Merry playing along by wrinkling her nose, by moistening her lips, by sighing just audibly--till eventually she was up out of bed ready to goIt was a game embodying a loss, for Merry the state of being completely chanel j12 watches protected, for Dawn the project of completely protecting what once had seemed completely protectableWaking The Baby: it continued until the baby was nearly twelve, the one rite of infancy that Dawn could not resist indulging, that neither one of them ever appeared eager to outgrow How he loved to sight them doing together what mothers and daughters doTo a father's eye, one seemed to amplify the otherIn bathing suits rushing out of the surf together and racing each other to the towels--the wife now a little past her robust moment and the daughter edging up to the beginning of hersA delineation of life's cyclical nature that left him feeling afterward as though he had a spacious understanding of the whole female sexMerry, with her growing curiosity about the trappings of womanhood, putting on Dawn's jewelry while, beside her at the mirror, Dawn helped her preenMerry confiding in Dawn about her fears of ostracism--of other kids ignoring her, of her girlfriends ganging up on herIn those quiet moments from which he was excluded (daughter relying on mother, Dawn and Merry emotionally one inside the other like those Russian dolls), Merry appeared more poignantly than ever not a small replica of his wife, or of himself, but an independent little being--something similar, a version of them, yet distinctive and new--for which he had the most passionate affinity It wasn't the house Dawn hated--what she hated, he knew, was that the motive for having the house (for making the beds, for setting the table, for laundering the curtains, for organizing the holidays, for apportioning her energies and differentiating her duties by the day of the week) had been destroyed right along with Hamlin's store
"If someone simply defies your authority, what...
"If someone simply defies your authority, what can you do?
Seymour, I'm totally puzzledHow did this happen?"
"It happens," he told her"She's a kid with a strong will
"Where did this come from? It's inexplicableAm I a bad mother? Is that it?"
"You are a good motherYou are a wonderful mother
"I don't know why she's turned against me like thisI don't have any sense of what I did to her or even what she perceives I did to herI don't know what's happenedWho is she? Where did she come from? I cannot control herI cannot tiffany cross recognize herI thought she was smartShe's not smart at allShe's become stupid, Seymour
In a fine ladies' glove, we had quarter sizes...
In a fine ladies' glove, we had quarter sizes into the fours and up to eight and a halfGlove cutting is a wonderful trade--was, anywayEverything now is 'was' A cutter like Al always had a shirt and a tie onIn those days a cutter never worked without a shirt and a tieYou could work at seventy-five and eighty years old tooThey could start in the way Al did, at fifteen, or even younger, and they could go to eightySeventy was a spring chickenAnd they could work at their leisure, Saturday and SundayThese people could work constantlyMoney to send their kids to schoolMoney to fix up their homes nicelyAl could take a piece of leather, say to me, for a gag, 'What do you want, Lou, eight and nine-sixteenths?' And just snip it off without a ruler, measuring it perfectly with just his eyeThe cutter was the prima donnaBut see by chloe bag all that pride of craftsmanship is gone, of courseOf the actual table cutters who could cut a sixteen-button white glove, I think Al Haberman may have been the last guy in America who could do itThe long glove, of course, vanished' There was the eight-button glove which became very popular, silk-lined, but that was gone by '65We were already taking gloves that were longer, chopping off the tops, making shorties, and using the top to make another gloveFrom this point where the thumb seam is, every inch on out they used to put a button, so we still talk, in terms of length, of buttonsThank God in i960 Jackie Kennedy walked out there with a little glove to the wrist, and a glove to the elbow, and a glove above the elbow, and a pillbox hat, and all of a sudden gloves were in style againFirst Lady of the glove fendi spy industryWore a size six and a halfPeople in the glove industry were praying to that ladyShe herself stocked up in Paris, but so what? That woman put the ladies' fine leather glove back on the mapBut when they assassinated Kennedy and Jacqueline Kennedy left the White House, that and the miniskirt was the end of the ladies' fashion gloveThe assassination of John FKennedy and the arrival of the miniskirt, and together that was the death knell for the ladies' dress gloveTill then it was a twelve-month, year-round businessThere was a time when a woman would not go out unless she wore a pair of gloves, even in the spring and the summerNow the glove is for cold weather or for driving or for sports--"
"Lou," his wife said, "nobody is talking about--"
"Let me finish, pleaseDon't interrupt me, pleaseAl Haberman was a replica cartier tank great readerNo schooling but he loved to readHis favorite author was Sir Walter ScottAnd Sir Walter Scott, in one of his classic books, gets an argument going between the glovemaker and the shoemaker about who is the better craftsman, and the glove-maker wins the argumentYou know what he says? 'All you do,' he tells the shoemaker, 'is make a mitten for the footYou don't have to articulate around each toe' But Sir Walter Scott was the son of a glover, so it makes sense he would win the argumentYou didn't know Sir Walter Scott was the son of a glover? You know who else, aside from Sir Walter and my two sons? William ShakespeareFather was a glover who couldn't read and write his own nameYou know what Romeo says to Juliet when she's up on the balcony? Everybody knows 'Romeo, Romeo, where are you, Romeo'--that she replicas de bolsas saysBut what does Romeo say? I started in a tannery when I was thirteen, but I can answer for you because of my friend Al Haberman, who since has passed away, unfortunatelySeventy-three years old, he came out of his house, slipped on the ice, and broke his neckRomeo says, 'See the way she leans her cheek on her hand? I only wish I was the glove on that hand so that I could touch that cheekMost famous author in history
"Lou dear," Sylvia Levov said again softly, "what does this have to do with what everybody is talking about?"
"Please," he said, and impatiently, with one hand, without even looking at her, waved away her objection"And McGovern," he went on, "this is an idea I don't follow at allWhat does McGovern have to do with that lousy movie? I voted for McGovernI campaigned in the whole condominium for omega geneve automatic McGove
No one alluded to Ellen Olenska
No one alluded to Ellen Olenska
They didn't like the way I walkedI didn't care...
They didn't like the way I walkedI didn't care how I walked--I walked! I walked well enough to become Miss New Jersey, didn't I? If I don't walk well enough to become Miss America, the hell with it! But you have to glideNo! I will walk the way I walk! Don't swing your arms too much, but don't hold them stiffly at your sideAll these little tricks of the trade to make me so self-conscious I could barely move! To land not on your heels but on the balls of your feet--this is the kind of thing I went throughIf I can just drop out of this thing! How can I back out of this thing? Leave me alone! All of you leave me alone! I never wanted this in the first place! Do you see why I married you? Now do you understand? One reason only! I wanted something that seemed normal! So desperately after that year, I wanted something normal! How I wish it had never happened! None of it! They put you up on a pedestal, which I didn't ask for, and then they rip you off it so damn fast it can blind you! And I did not ask for any of it! I had nothing in common with those other girlsI hated them and they hated meThose tall girls with their big feet! None of them giftedAll of them so chummy! I was a seriousmusic student! All I wanted was to be left alone and not to have that goddamn crown sparkling like crazy up on top of my head! I never wanted any of it! Never!"
It was a great help to him, driving home after one of cheap chanel purses those visits, to remember her as the girl she had really been back then, who, as he recalled it, was nothing like the girl she portrayed as herself in those tiradesDuring the week in September of 1949 leading up to the Miss America Pageant, when she called Newark every night from the Dennis Hotel to tell him about what happened to her that day as a Miss America contestant, what radiated from her voice was sheer delight in being herselfHe'd never heard her like that before--it was almost frightening, this undisguised exulting in being where she was and who she was and what she wasSuddenly life existed rapturously and for Dawn Dwyer aloneThe surprise of this new and uncharacteristic immoderation even made him wonder if, when the week was over, she could ever again be content with Seymour LevovAnd suppose she should winWhat chance would he have against all the men who set their sights on marrying Miss America? Actors would be after herMillionaires would be after herThey'd flock to her--the new life opening up to her could attract a host of powerful new suitors and wind up excluding himNonetheless, as the current suitor, he was spellbound by the prospect of Dawn's winning
Ecstatically complicitous, he and DawnHe had no...
Ecstatically complicitous, he and DawnHe had no reason to believe she would ever do it for him, of course, and then one Sunday morning she just did itHe didn't know what to thinkHis little Dawn put her beautiful little mouth around his cockIt was taboo for both of themFrom then on, it just went on for years and years"There's something so touching about you," she whispered to him, "when you get to the point where you're out of control So touching to her, she told him, this very restrained, good, polite, well-brought-up man, a man always so in charge of his strength, who had mastered his tremendous strength and had no violence in him, when he got past the point of no return, beyond the point of anyone's being embarrassed about anything, when he was beyond the point of being able to judge her or to think that somehow she was a bad girl for wanting it as much as she wanted it from him then, when he just wanted it, those last three or four minutes that would culminate in the screaming orgasm"It makes me feel so extremely feminine," she told him, "it makes me feel extremely powerfulit makes me feel both When she got out of bed after they made love and she looked wildly disheveled, flushed and with her hair all over the place and her eye makeup smudged and her lips swollen, and she went off into the bathroom to pee, he would follow her there and lift her off the seat after she had wiped herself and look at the two of them together in the bathroom mirror, and she would be taken aback as much as he was, not simply by how beautiful she looked, how beautiful the fucking allowed her to look, but how other she lookedThe social face was gone--there was Dawn! But all this was a secret from others and had to beParticularly from the childSometimes after Dawn had been all day on her feet with the cows, he would pull his chair up to hers after dinner and he would rub her feet, and Merry omega olympic watch would make a face and say, "Oh, Daddy, that's disgusting But that was the only truly demonstrative thing they ever did in front of herOtherwise there was just the usual affectionate stuff around the house that kids expect to see from parents and would miss if it didn't go onThe life they led together behind their bedroom door was a secret about which their daughter knew no more than anyone elseAnd on it went, on and on for years
Could she have been any more the dedicated enemy...
Could she have been any more the dedicated enemy of her stuttering than when she sat there scrupulously recalling and recording how the stuttering fluctuated throughout the day, in what context it was least likely to occur, when it was most likely to occur and with whom? And could anything have been more heartbreaking for him than reading that notebook on the Friday evening she rushed off to the movies with her friends and happened to leave it open on the table? "When do I stutter? When somebody asks me something that requires an unexpected, unrehearsed response, that's when I'm likely to stutterWhen people are looking at mePeople who know I stutter, particularly when they're looking at meThough sometimes it's worse with people who don't know me On she went, page after page in her strikingly neat handwriting--and all she seemed to be saying was that she stuttered in all situationsShe had written, "Even when I'm doing fine, I can't stop thinking, 'How soon is it going to be before he knows I'm a stutterer? How soon is it going to be before I start stuttering and screw this up?'" Yet, despite every disappointment, she sat where her parents could see her and worked on her stuttering diary every night, weekends includedShe worked with her therapist on the different "strate-98 gies" to be used with strangers, store clerks, people with whom she had relatively safe conversations
"I was waiting at Granny's, and Ellen came alone,...
"I was waiting at Granny's, and Ellen came alone, and said she had dropped you on the way because you had to rush off on businessThere's nothing wrong?"
"Only some letters I'd forgotten, and wanted to get off before dinner
"Ah?" she said
And then I drove awayI drove to Morristown to...
And then I drove awayI drove to Morristown to look at Merry's high school and then on west to Old Rimrock, where I found the big stone house up on Arcady Hill Road where the Seymour Levovs once had lived as a happy young family
And that was why I now asked the Swede a question...
And that was why I now asked the Swede a question about Jerry that I would never have dreamed of asking in 1949, when I had no clear idea what a homosexual was and couldn't imagine that anybody I knew could be oneAt the time I thought Jerry was Jerry, a genius, with obsessive naivete and colossal innocence about girlsIn those days, that explained it allBut I was really looking to see what, if anything, could roil the innocence of this regal Swede--and to prevent myself from being so rude as to fall asleep on him--so I asked him, "Is Jerry gay?"
"As a kid there was always something secretive about Jerry," I said"There were never any girls, never close friends, always something about him, even besides his brains, that set him apart
The Swede nodded, looking at me as though he understood my deeper meaning as no human being ever had before, and because of this probing stare that I would swear saw nothing, all this giving that gave nothing and gave away nothing, I had no idea where his thoughts might be or if he even had "thoughts When, momentarily, I stopped speaking, I sensed that my words, rather than falling into the net of the other person's awareness, got linked up with nothing in his brain, went in there and vanishedSomething about the harmless eyes--the promise they made that he could never do anything other than what was right--was becoming annoying to me, which has to be why I next brought up his letter instead of keeping my mouth shut montre cartier tank until the bill came and I could get away from him for another fifty years so that when 2045 rolled around I might actually look forward to seeing him again You fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon and machine guns and steel plating half a foot thick
Maybe weeks and the stuff in that drawer would...
Maybe weeks and the stuff in that drawer would have been completely forgottenAll she had to do was waitIf only she could have waitedThat was Merry's story in a nutshellShe was always impatientMaybe it was the stuttering that made her impatient, I don't knowBut whatever it was she was passionate about, she was passionate for a year, she did it in a year, and then she got rid of it overnightAnother year and she would have been ready for collegeAnd by then she would have found something new to hate and new to love, something new to be intense about, and that would have been that At the kitchen table one night Angela Davis appears to the Swede, as Our Lady of Fatima did to those children in Portugal, as the Blessed Virgin did down in Cape MayHe thinks, Angela Davis can get me to her--and there she isAlone in the kitchen at night the Swede begins to have heart-to-heart talks with Angela Davis, at first about the war, then about everything important to both of themAs he envisions her, she has long lashes and wears large hoop earrings and is more beautiful even than she looks on televisionHer legs are long and she wears colorful minidresses to expose themThe hair is extraordinaryShe peers defiantly out of it like a porcupineThe hair says, "Do not approach if you don't like pain
He tells her whatever she wants to hear, and whatever she tells him he believesShe praises his daughter, whom she calls "a soldier of freedom, a pioneer in the great louis vuitton white speedy struggle against repression He should take pride in her political boldness, she saysThe antiwar movement is an anti-imperialist movement, and by lodging a protest in the only way America understands, Merry, at sixteen, is in the forefront of the movement, a Joan of Arc of the movementHis daughter is the spearhead of the popular resistance to a fascist government and its terrorist suppression of dissentWhat she did was criminal only inasmuch as it is defined as criminal by a state that is itself criminal and will commit ruthless aggression anywhere in the world to preserve the unequal distribution of wealth and the oppressive institutions of class dominationThe disobedience of oppressive laws, she explains to him, including violent disobedience, goes back to abolitionism--his daughter is one with John Brown!
Merry's was not a criminal act but a political act in the power struggle between the counterrevolutionary fascists and the forces of resistance--blacks, Chicanos, Puerto Ricans, Indians, draft resist-ers, antiwar activists, heroic white kids like Merry herself, working, either by legal means or by what Angela calls extralegal means, to overthrow the capitalist-inspired police stateAnd he should not fear for her fugitive life--Merry is not alone, she is part of an army of eighty thousand radical young people who have gone underground the better to fight the social wrongs fostered by an oppressive politico-economic orderAngela tells him that black and white chanel everything he has heard about Communism is a lieHe must go to Cuba if he wants to see a social order that has abolished racial injustice and the exploitation of labor and is in harmony with the needs and aspirations of its people Obediently he listensShe tells him that imperialism is a weapon used by wealthy whites to pay black workers less for their work, and that's when he seizes the opportunity to tell her about the black forelady, Vicky, thirty years with Newark Maid, a tiny woman of impressive wit, stamina, and honesty, with twin sons, Newark Rutgers graduates, Donny and Blaine, both of them now in medical schoolHe tells her how Vicky alone stayed with him in the building, round the clock, during the '67 riotsOn the radio, the mayor's office was advising everyone to get out of the city immediately, but he had stayed, because he thought that by being there he could perhaps protect the building from the vandals and also for the reason that people stay when a hurricane hits, because they cannot leave behind the things they cherishFor something like that reason, Vicky stayed In order to appease any rioters who might be heading from South Orange Avenue with their torches, Vicky had made signs and stuck them where they would be visible, in Newark Maid's first-floor windows, big white cardboard signs in black ink: "Most of this factory's employees are negroes Two nights later every window with a sign displayed in it was shot out by a band chanel white j12 watch of white guys, either vigilantes from north Newark or, as Vicky suspected, Newark cops in an unmarked carThey shot the windows out and drove away, and that was the total damage done to the Newark Maid factory during the days and nights when Newark was on fireAnd he tells this to St A platoon of the young National Guardsmen who were on Bergen Street to seal off the riot zone had camped out back by the Newark Maid loading dock on the second day of fighting, and when he and Vicky went down with hot coffee, Vicky talked to each of them--uniformed kids, in helmets and boots, conspicuously armed with knives and rifles and bayonets, white country boys up from south Jersey who were scared out of their witsVicky told them, "Think before you shoot into somebody's window! These aren't 'snipers'! These are people! These are good people! Think!" The Saturday afternoon the tank sat out in front of the factory--and the Swede, seeing it there, could at last phone Dawn to tell her, "We'll make it"--Vicky had gone up and knocked on the lid with her fists until they opened up"Don't go nuts!" she shouted at the soldiers inside"Don't go crazy! People have to live here when you're gone! This place is their home!" There'd been a lot of criticism afterward of Governor Hughes for sending in tanks, but not from the Swede--those tanks put a stop to what could have been total disasterThough this he does not say to Angela For the two worst, most terrifying days, Friday necklace chanel and Saturday, July 14 and 15, 1967, while he kept in touch with the state police on a walkie-talkie and with his father on the phone, Vicky would not desert himShe told him, "This is mine too He tells Angela how he knew the way things worked between Vicky and his family, knew it was an old and lasting relationship, knew how close they all were, but he had never properly understood that her devotion to Newark Maid was no less than hisHe tells Angela how, after the riots, after living under siege with Vicky at his side, he was determined to stand alone and not leave Newark and abandon his black employeesHe does not, of course, tell her that he wouldn't have hesitated--and wouldn't still--to pick up and move were it not for his fear that, if he should join the exodus of businesses not yet burned down, Merry would at last have her airtight case against himVictimizing black people and the working class and the poor solely for self-gain, out of filthy greed!
In the idealistic slogans there was no reality, not a drop of it, and I yet what else could he do? He could not provide his daughter with I the justification for doing something crazySo he stayed in Newark, and after the riots Merry did something crazier than crazyThe I Newark riots, then the Vietnam War
"You can salt it, but salt's expensiveEspecially...
"You can salt it, but salt's expensiveEspecially in Africa, very, very expensiveAnd they steal the salt thereThese people don't have saltYou have to put poison into the salt over there so they won't steal itOther way is to pack the skin up, various ways, either on a board or on a frame, you tie it, and make little cuts, tie it up and dry it in the shadeThat's what we call flint-dried skinSprinkle a little flint on it, keeps it from deteriorating, prevents the bugs from entering--" Much to my own relief, the outrage had given way surprisingly fast to a patient, if tedious, pedagogical assault, which seemed to gall Jerry even more than being blown down by his father's huffing and puffingIt could well have been that very day when Jerry swore to himself never to go near his father's business To deal with malodorous skins, Jerry had doused the coat with his mother's perfume, but by the time the coat was delivered by the postman it had begun to stink as it had intermittently all along, and the girl was so revolted when she opened the box, so insulted and horrified, that she never spoke to Jerry againAccording to the other girls, she thought he had gone out and hunted and killed all those tiny beasts and then sent them to her because of her blemished skinJerry was in a rage when he got the news and, in the midst of our next Ping-Pong game, cursed her and called all girls fucking idiotsIf he hadn't before had the courage to ask prada clutch anyone out on a date, he never tried after that and was one of only three boys who didn't show up at the senior promThe other two were what we identified as "sissies And that was why I now asked the Swede a question about Jerry that I would never have dreamed of asking in 1949, when I had no clear idea what a homosexual was and couldn't imagine that anybody I knew could be oneAt the time I thought Jerry was Jerry, a genius, with obsessive naivete and colossal innocence about girlsIn those days, that explained it allBut I was really looking to see what, if anything, could roil the innocence of this regal Swede--and to prevent myself from being so rude as to fall asleep on him--so I asked him, "Is Jerry gay?"
"As a kid there was always something secretive about Jerry," I said"There were never any girls, never close friends, always something about him, even besides his brains, that set him apart
The Swede nodded, looking at me as though he understood my deeper meaning as no human being ever had before, and because of this probing stare that I would swear saw nothing, all this giving that gave nothing and gave away nothing, I had no idea where his thoughts might be or if he even had "thoughts When, momentarily, I stopped speaking, I sensed that my words, rather than falling into the net of the other person's awareness, got linked up with nothing in his brain, went in there and vanishedSomething about the harmless eyes--the omega de ville men's watches promise they made that he could never do anything other than what was right--was becoming annoying to me, which has to be why I next brought up his letter instead of keeping my mouth shut until the bill came and I could get away from him for another fifty years so that when 2045 rolled around I might actually look forward to seeing him again You fight your superficiality, your shallowness, so as to try to come at people without unreal expectations, without an overload of bias or hope or arrogance, as untanklike as you can be, sans cannon and machine guns and steel plating half a foot thick
Before going to bed he'd see her at her bathroom...
Before going to bed he'd see her at her bathroom mirror drawing the crest of her cheekbones back between her index fingers while simultaneously drawing the skin at her jawline back and upward with her thumbs, firmly tugging the loose flesh until she had eradicated even the natural creases of her face, until she was staring at a face that looked like the polished kernel of a faceAnd though it was clear to her husband that she had indeed begun to age like a woman in her mid-fifties at only forty-five, the remedy suggested in Vogue in no way addressed anything that mattered
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