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Q: So, in the evenings or on weekends --
"Very Brit. What are you doing?"
"Chasing tail."
Q: You find them in parks. You blunder upon them in parks.
"Private," says Veronica. "The graves a fine and private place. I remember that one. He goes on to say that theres no sex in the grave."
"How did you know I wanted hot dogs?"
A: I said, Go to it.
"How are you?"
"So clean it."
"She called a day or so ago. Shes dropped German and history."
Q: The whole Commandment?
Q: The heart leaps.
"How long have you three known each other?"
"So?" Simon says.
"What do you mean by the situation?"
"Who was that who answered the phone?" she asks.
"Big chief."
"We can get more. One of these days."
"No way," Anne says, "do I want to live after death. Its hard enough as it is."
A: I sometimes think of myself as a person who, you know what I mean, could have done some?thing else, it doesnt matter what particularly. Just something else. I saw an ad in the Sunday paper for the CIA, a recruiting ad, maybe a quarter of a page, and I suddenly thought, it might be interesting to do that. Even though Ive always been opposed to the CIA, when they were trying to bring Cuba down, the stuff with Lumumba in Africa, the stuff in Central America. . . Then here is this ad, perfectly straightforward, "where your career is Americas strength" or something like that, "aptitude for learning a foreign language is a plus" or something like that, Ive always been good at languages, and Im sitting there thinking about how my resume might look to them, starting completely over in something completely new, changing the very sort of person I am, and there was an attraction, a definite at?traction. Of course the maximum age was thirty-five. I guess they want them more malleable.
"Reading. Walking around."
Q: Well if that were true it would change quite a lot of things, wouldnt it?
Anne looks at it. "Whats that?"
Shes flipping a kitchen knife around and catching it by the blade in a dangerous manner.
"We have hot dogs for dinner."
Q: Well He doesnt have to think about every particular instance, He just sort of laid out the general prin?ciples --
"This is not the Frick."
Q: The eyes burn.
"What denomination was that?" Anne asks.
"Scared of what I might see," she says. "So long."
"Bluebeard."
"Thats it," she says. "You coming home any time soon?"
Q: So how do you, how shall I put it, pursue --
Q: Stupid youth returns.
"Whatd you get stopped for?"
"So, where?"
Q: They sit in parks a lot. Especially when theyre angry. The solitary bench. Shoulders raised, legs kick?ing --
She turns and holds out her hand.
"You getting anything out of it?"
Dore giggles. "We all worked for a retail outlet in Denver. It was called Fredericks of Hollywood of Den?ver. It had nothing to do with the real Fredericks of Hollywoo99lib.netd."
A: Like a terrapin.
When he was in school at Penn, the resi?dent master was Louis Kahn. Kahn was given to mut?tering. Once he stood behind Simons draughting table and muttered for almost five minutes. The young ar?chitect was too intimidated to ask him what he was saying. The story was told of Kahn that when he was a young architect he had worked for Paul Cret, the French maestro who presided at Penn in the 20s. When the other draughtsmen, thirty of them, quit for the day Kahn would take a roll of tracing paper and go from board to board, leaving critiques of each archi?tects work as an overlay. He did not neglect the boards of the firms three principals.
"Okay, fine. Is she happy?"
White underwear with golden skin. Acres and acres of it. Was it golden? Conventionally described as golden. The color of white birch stained with polyurethane. What do we think of this color combina?tion? Some people vote for black underwear with such skin but these people are the same people who paint their bathrooms black. Walking in the garden, Modigliani said to Saint-Gaudens, about Renoir, "This roughneck will never be a painter." Dressed women, half-dressed women, quarter-dressed women. Simon was, as the women repeatedly told him, existing in a male fantasy, in hog heaven. He saw nothing wrong with male fantasies (the Taj Mahal, the Chrysler Building) but denied that he was in hog heaven. Where did they get such expressions? A Southernism that hed not heard in thirty years.
When Simon wonders what kind of ani?mal he is, he identifies with the giraffe. An improbable design, a weird ensemble overall, no special reputation for wisdom, an uncle-figure at best. Neglected by the auto industry: no Ford Giraffes on the highways. Simon too has a long neck, often commented upon, and a pe?culiar gait, sort of a shamble.
"No Im not chasing anything."
"I guess if you like it and I like it, thats all that counts."
Q: The Sixth Commandment says --
"I just intuited it."
"Like what?" Anne says. "Some kind of church thing? I never did like church."
"The graves a fine and quiet place. Thats not it. The graves a fine and pleasant place. Thats not it. What is it, Simon?"
"You cant play unless you have something to play with. Still, its educational."
"Oh Lord. Why history?"
Q: But in the main --
"Church is punishment for our sins," Dore says, "everybody knows that. The only question is whether by the time you die youve done enough church to be punished enough."
She holds out an empty wineglass. Simon pouring.
"It wasnt hooking."
"And I dont like it that when we have roast lamb you take all the crackling for yourself."
"Shes her own person. I admire her. Shes the smartest."
"Simon, Ive got other things to do. Ill give her a check but I cant futz around shopping for type?writers."
"Bad luck."
A: I did. Many years ago.
A: He also created creatures who, with a single pow?erful glance --
A: They do.
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九*九*藏*书*网;Shes been going out with some kind of Finn. I think hes a Finn. Very goodlooking. Hes in the busi?ness school."
"A simple Presbyterian."
A: Its wrong.
"Dont know."
"No. She didnt."
"Hows his English?"
A: I dont think God gives a snap about adultery. This is just an opinion, of course.
Dore knows one trick which may one day place her among the worlds managers, how to walk. Dore always walks briskly, head up, arms swinging in good military style, moving from one very important assignment to the next, a bit rushed, look-what-those-apes-in-Purchasing-have-done-to-us-now. Simon, having spent some time in large organizations, understands what Dores walk means, can appreciate its brittle bouncy R.A.F. au?thority. Veronica dawdles and Anne lurches, although at moments of confusion all lurch, banging into each other as if blindfolded. Simon shambles.
"I know that."
Q: Howd she take it?
"Maybe just have this one. Symbolizing the situa?tion."
"Then I spontaneously aborted. Last month."
"Probably theres something wrong with you," Simon says. "Some kind of character flaw, final and ineradicable."
"Sweet of you to try."
"Considering what our mayor is up to, Im rea?sonably sane. This thing is really working out much better than I thought it would. Your being gone, I mean."
Late at night she sits with Simon drinking a Dos Equis and listening to Horace Silver.
"Crushed Rose."
"Itll be a while yet," he says. "Sweetie, you can come over here. Whenever you want."
"Anything else?"
A: The Sixth Commandment is wrong.
"Im talking basic reality."
"More than I can spell right."
"The absence of a plan is itself a plan," Simon says. "Heard from Sarah?"
"Buy her a typewriter."
"I kind of liked it," Dore said. "I guess it was my authoritarian personality. We were Lutheran. A rare bunch, the Lutherans, they take everything very seriously. What were you, Simon?"
"She should have told me. Or you should have told me."
"So do I."
"I will."
"I havent," Veronica says. "I dropped out when I was ten. Actually they asked my mother to leave be?cause she was living in sin with my father and had been for ten years and they decided it was too flagrant."
"Call Bud at the office and tell him to take care of it," Simon says. "Hes got all the paperwork on the in?surance. How are you?"
"His reindeer were on fire."
"I guess. Still, we know the truth."
A: I dont know how it happened, whether its a mis?translation from the Aramaic or whatever, it may not even have been Aramaic I dont know, I certainly do not pretend to scholarship in this area but my sense of the matter is that the Sixth Commandment is an error.
"Veronicas a handful."
"Terribly small. For this big wall."
"This the guy from Finland?"
"Howd you get in?" Simon asks.
"Nothing for himhttp://www.99lib.net in Denver, he thinks. Hes thirty-three. Two years in jail for auto theft. Hes on proba?tion now. He deals when he can get enough money to buy something to deal. Hes good at calculating how often he can hit people up. He has me down for a cou?ple of hundred every three months or so. His name is Burt."
A: You think about this staggering concept, the mind of God, and then you think Hes sitting around worrying about this guy and this woman at the Beech?nut Travelodge? I think not.
A: Take the pressure off, a bit.
"Keep in touch."
"Is that clothes?"
"A guest. I was in the kitchen."
Veronica is often out on mysterious errands which the others do not comment upon. What is she doing? Simon tries not to think about this -- its none of his business -- but he cant help speculating. Is she taking a shift as a blackjack dealer in Atlantic City? Loading container ships in Hoboken? Re-fletching arrows at the Museum of the American Indian? Pushing commodi?ties in a bucket shop on Varick Street? The darker pos?sibilities he refuses to contemplate. She enters in a flurry, having missed dinner, and declares shes starv?ing. Simon plops a stuffed pork chop on her plate, wild rice, white asparagus. Dore and Anne scarcely notice her, theyre talking about life after death.
"Yeah. It could do ninety on the highway, too. My family is not exactly a blue-chip outfit."
I love the excesses of my profession, Simon thought, heroics and mock-heroics. Michael Graves and Robert Venturi, Complexity and Contradiction as a text. All those form-givers enjoying themselves as Michelangelo, Wright and his cape, Mies and his pinstripes. Michel?angelo most of all: "Where I steal I leave a knife." An appropriate High Renaissance sentiment. The walls of the architecture labs at Penn had been covered with graffiti. "This is hell, nor are we out of it." "Hell is other architects." "The road to hell is paved with naugahyde."
She moves closer for a good look. "Car bumpers."
"Im not having world-class luck."
Q: Do you play?
"I identify with that."
Q: What did you say?
"Not what I feel like."
"Whos she?"
Q: Myself, I think about being just sort of a regular person, one who worries about cancer a lot, every little thing a prediction of cancer, no I dont want to go for my every-two-years-checkup because what if they find something? I wonder what will kill me and when it will happen and how it will happen, and I wonder about my parents, who are still alive, and what will happen to them. This seems to me to be a proper set of things to worry about. Last things.
"Smith-Corona. It can spell fifty thousand words right."
"I got a new typewriter."
After class, her nap. She throws herself on her bed and is dead to the world for an hour and a half, wearing only spun-sugar V-shaped briefs by Olga. Simon stares, on occasion, at the beautiful body at rest, face down on the bed. What miracles of bawdiness it can perform without thinking, the operator quite unaw九九藏书网are. In sleep, she scratches her belly. He feels the urge to sit on the edge of the bed (hurl himself into the bed), but does not. At night, she either puts herself together for Fizz or reads Dickens. Shes bought four Dickens novels in worn Everyman editions at the Strand and is moving through them methodically. "The thing about Dickens is," she tells him, "he knew the value of a pound, when you didnt have one. All his people are scrambling for money."
"Yes. This place isnt clean."
"But youre not close to the end yet," says Dore. "The end is not near. When the end is near, you may feel differently."
"She can hardly avoid writing papers."
Q: Adultery is a sin.
IN the mornings, large figures shrouded in terrycloth lurch back and forth between the several bedrooms and the single bathroom. Dore runs, in the mornings, picks up breakfast at the market on the way back, fresh Italian rolls, green garlicked Krauterbutter, a quarter-pound of breast of veal. She has become the manager of breakfast, takes pride in varying the fare, fine cheeses one day, a decadent kidney stew the next, blueberry crepes and then chicken-fried steak with beaten biscuits. "This breaded burlap," Veronica says, "nicely done, but what are you, trying to kill us, or what?"
"Yes."
A: Like hockey sticks falling out of a long-shut closet.
"A brave little picture. Holds the wall."
"That was Anne."
"Me too. I got pregnant. Mom tell you?"
"Guy named Chamberlain."
"Taillight."
"How do you feel?"
SIMON buys an artwork. The artwork is a print by the artist John Chamberlain and depicts a lot of automobile bumpers smashed together into a sculp?tural block. Its very small, ten inches square, modestly framed. He has trouble placing it on the big empty walls of the apartment; wherever he puts it, it looks ri?diculous. Finally he hangs it by the front door.
A: Ive noticed that.
"Its a matter of setting an example. Youre the jefe grande around here."
"I doubt it. An eternity of keeping the armpits tidy? No thank you."
"You havent paid the car insurance," she says. "On either car. I got stopped by a cop yesterday and he jacked me up about the insurance."
A: Yes, Carol knows.
"They had to write papers."
"Youre the mother of these guys," he says.
"Goddamnit woman, leave my glass alone."
A: Not every night or every weekend. I mean this de?pended on the circumstances. Sometimes my wife and I went to dinner with people, or watched television --
Q: Its wrong?
"Looks funny all alone like that."
Still in her sweats, she washes the dishes and stows them away, then settles down with the Business Day section of the Times, Revco Gets $1.16 Billion Buyout Bid, Troubled Farm Banks to Get Regulatory Aid, Jap?anese Setback on Chip Prices. Scratching a bare foot with one hand, flipping pages with the other. Then she showers, dips into MTV (shoulder to shoulder with Anne for fifteen minutes). Thens she of
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"But what if you leap over the grave and into some?thing new? Something that has been imagined only by saints and mendicant friars in their robes of grass and rope?"
Sarah calls.
"What kind?"
"Yes. Clothes."
"No its not."
"Hes an engineer, actually. He designed this electric car, where you didnt have an array of batteries that had to be charged every two or three days. It had a circuit that allowed the batteries to recharge themselves just like gas engines recharge their batteries. There was a tiny computer in there somewhere. That was the car he stole. He was in partnership with these guys whod put up the development money and when the prototype worked, they cut him out of the company. So he repos?sessed the car one night but they had the cops waiting for him."
He gets a call from his wife, Carol, in Philadelphia.
"He was going back anyhow. I told him to go."
"Getting pretty domestic around here."
"A print."
Q: But what?
Q: Have you told your wife?
"He forgot how he did it. Hed hurt his brain, drink?ing busthead in jail. He tried, drove himself crazy try?ing. Hes still trying."
"Couldnt he have started up again after he got out?"
A: I know what it says. I was raised on the Sixth Commandment. But.
A: Well, she liked the Sixth Commandment. You could reason that it was in her interest to support the Sixth Commandment for the preservation of the family unit and this sort of thing but to reason that way is, I would say, to take an extremely narrow view of Carol, of what she thinks. Shes not predictable. She once told me that she didnt want me, she wanted a suite of hus?bands, ten or twenty --
"You bastard! What was the horse?"
"Your bad brother," Simon says to Dore. "Why is he in New York?"
"Im not. Last among equals."
"I like it."
"No big deal."
A: It wasnt that often. It was once in a while.
"Yeah. He went back."
"Where in the world did you get that?"
A: It is classified as a sin, yes. Absolutely.
"Whats that mean?"
Veronica places five hundred-dollar bills on the table. "A little contribution to the household econ?omy."
"Not very big."
"Most unlikely that you ever will."
She takes his glass out of his hand. "You drink too much."
"Assembly of God. Their motto was The Fellow?ship of Excitement. It was very exciting when they threw my mother out. A committee called on her and told her. There were three men and two women. She served apple juice and chocolate-chip cookies. All she said afterward was that it was a waste of apple juice."
"She needs a typewriter."
"Im auditing," she says. "I go early and get a seat. The class is so big they never take the roll."
"Who by?"
"O.T.B."
"It was just a sociological observation. I dont care."
"Id hate to see your liver."