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Light showered down on us like white rain as... |
8th September 2010, 14:21 |
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Light showered down on us like white rain as we
walked the main hall (Wireman walked; I limped),
and I realized that, for all of the mansion's
grandeur, this part of it was no more than a
glorified dogtrot - the kind that separates
sections of older and much humbler Florida
dwellingsThat style, almost always constructed
of wood (sometimes scrapwood) rather than stone,
even has a name: Florida Cracker
This dogtrot, filled with light courtesy of its
long glass ceiling, was lined with plantersAt
its far end, Wireman hung a rightI followed him
into an enormous cool parlorA row of windows
gave on a side courtyard filled with flowers - my
daughters could have named half of them, Pam all
of them, but I could only name the asters,
dayflowers, elderberry, and foxgloveOh, and the
rhododendronThere vintage omega watches was plenty of thatBeyond the
tangle, on a blue-tiled walk that presumably
connected with the main courtyard, stalked a
sharp-eyed heronIt looked both thoughtful and
grim, but I never saw a one on the ground that
didn't look like a Puritan elder considering which
witch to burn next
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In the center of the room was the woman Ilse and I
had seen on the day we tried exploring Duma Key
RoadThen she'd been in a wheelchair, her feet
clad in blue Hi-TopsToday she was standing with
her hands planted on the grips of a walker, and
her feet - large and very pale - were bareShe
was dressed in a high-waisted pair of beige slacks
and a dark brown silk blouse with amusingly wide
shoulders and full sleevesIt was an outfit that
made me think of Katharine Hepburn in those old
movies they sometimes show on omega olympic watch Turner Classic
Movies: Adam's Rib, or Woman of the YearOnly I
couldn't remember Katharine Hepburn looking this
old, even when she was old
The room was dominated by a long, low table of the
sort my father had had in the cellar for his
electric trains, only this one was covered in some
light wood - it looked like bamboo - rather than
fake grassIt was crowded with model buildings
and china figurines: men, women, children,
barnyard animals, zoo animals, creatures of
mythical renownSpeaking of mythical creatures, I
saw a couple of fellows in blackface that wouldn't
have passed muster with the N-double-A-C-P
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Elizabeth Eastlake looked at Wireman with an
expression of sweet delight I would have enjoyed
drawingalthough I'm not sure anyone would have
taken it seriouslyI'm not sure we ever believe
the see by chloe bag simplest emotions in our art, although we see
them all around us, every day"I woke up early and I've
been having such a wonderful time with my chinas!"
She had a deep southern-girl accent that turned
chinas into CHA-nahs"Look, the family's at
home!"
At one end of the table was a model mansionThe
kind with pillarsThink Tara in Gone With the
Wind and you'll be fineOr fahn, if you talk like
ElizabethAround it were ranged almost a dozen
figures, standing in a circleThe pose was
strangely ceremonial
"So they are," Wireman agreed
"And the schoolhouse! See how I've put the
children outside the schoolhouse! Do come see!"
"I will, but you know I don't like you to get up
without me," he said
"I didn't feel like calling on that old talkiewalkie
I'm really feeling very well
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Your new friend as wellOh, I chanel j12 know who you are
She smiled and crooked a finger at me to come
closer"Wireman tells me all about youYou're
the new fellow at Salmon Point
"He calls it Big Pink," Wireman saidIt was the cigarettey kind that
dissolves into coughingWireman had to hurry
forward and steady herMiss Eastlake didn't seem
to mind either the coughing or the steadying"I
like that!" she said when she was able"Oh hon, I
like that! Come and see my new schoolhouse
arrangement, Mr? I'm sure I've been told your
name but it escapes me, so much does now, you are
Mr?"
"Freemantle," I said
I joined them at her play-table; she offered her
handIt wasn't muscular, but was, like her feet,
of a good sizeShe hadn't forgotten the fine art
of greeting, and gripped as well as she could
Also, she looked at me with cheerful interest as
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Because it's a dreamJust
like this afternoonYou... |
6th September 2010, 23:12 |
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Because it's a dreamJust
like this afternoonYou know?
Gandalf was no dream, I thought back, and the
voice of the stranger in my house - closer than
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ever - repeated "Newly wed, nearly dead" over and
overWhoever it was, the person was in the living
roomI didn't want to go in there
No, Gandalf was no dream, I thoughtMaybe it was
my phantom right hand having these thoughtsThe
dream was killing him
Had he died on his own, then? Was that what the
voice was trying to tell me? Because I didn't
think Gandalf had died on his ownI thought he
had needed help
I went into my old living roomI wasn't conscious
of moving my feet; I went in the way you move in
dreams, as if louis vuitton white speedy it's really the world moving around
you, streaming backward like some extravagant
trick of projectionAnd there, sitting in Pam's
old Boston rocker, was Reba the Anger-Management
Doll, now grown to the size of an actual child
Her feet, clad in black Mary Janes, swung back and
forth just above the floor at the end of horrible
boneless pink legsHer shallow eyes stared at me
Her lifeless strawberry curls bounced back and
forthHer mouth was smeared with blood, and in my
dream I knew it wasn't human blood or dog's blood
but the stuff that had oozed out of my mostly raw
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hamburger - the stuff I had licked off the paper
plate when the meat was gone
The bad frog chased us! zucca spy fendi bag Reba criedIt has TEEF!
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That word - TEEF! - was still ringing in my head
when I sat up with a cold puddle of October
moonlight in my lapI was trying to scream and
producing only a series of silent gaspsMy heart
was thunderingI reached for the bedside lamp and
mercifully avoided knocking it on the floor,
although once it was on, I saw that I'd pushed the
base halfway out over the dropThe clock-radio
claimed it was 3:19 AM
I swung my legs out of bed and reached for the
phoneIf you really need me, call me, Kamen had
saidAny time, day or nightAnd if his number
had been in the bedroom phone's memory, I probably
would'veBut as reality re-asserted itself - the
cottage j12 chanel diamond watch by Lake Phalen, not the house in Mendota
Heights, no croaking voice downstairs - the urge
passed
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Reba the Anger-Management Doll in the Boston
rocker, and grown to the size of an actual child
Well, why not? I had been angry, although at Mrs
Fevereau rather than at poor Gandalf, and I had no
idea what toothy frogs had to do with the price of
beans in BostonThe real question, it seemed to
me, was about Monica's dogHad I killed Gandalf,
or had he just expired?
Or maybe the question was why I'd been so hungry
afterwardMaybe that was the question
"I took him in my arms," I whispered
Your arm, you mean, because now one is all you've
got
But my memory was taking him in my omega seamaster replica watches arms, plural
Channeling my anger
(it was RED)
away from that foolish woman with her cigarette
and cell phone and somehow back into myself, in
some kind of crazy closed looptaking him in my
armssurely a hallucination, but yes, that was
my memory
Taking him in my arms
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Cradling his neck with my left elbow so I could
strangle him with my right hand
Strangle him and put him out of his misery
I slept shirtless, so it was easy to look at my
stumpI only had to turn my headI could wiggle
it, but not much moreI did that a couple of
times, and then I looked up at the ceilingMy
heartbeat was slowing a little
"The dog died of his injuries," I said
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"Sneak up back of him and cahoootz He made a... |
6th September 2010, 01:16 |
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"Sneak up back of him and cahoootz He made a ripping sound Martinez snapped his fingers"Takes moxie, you knowYou're okay, Japbait
He ducked his head shyly accepting the praiseHe was hovering between merriment and depression when he remembered the gold teeth he had smashed out of the corpse's jaw on the battlefield, and he was marooned suddenly in a blanket of misery and fearThat sin he had not confessed and now this one tooHis first emotion was bitternessIt seemed unfair that there should be no chaplain nearby who could save himFor just a moment Martinez thought of sneaking away from the platoon and heading back across the hills to the beach, gucci watch bands where he could return safely and be confessedBut immediately afterward he knew it was impossible
And he realized why he had dropped down beside Polack and GallagherThey were Catholics and they could understand thisHe was so deeply absorbed in his mood that he assumed instinctively they were feeling the same way"You know," he said, "we get hit, pop off, no priest
The words lashed Gallagher like a wet towel"Yeah, yeah, that's right," he mumbled, caught up suddenly in a train of fear and unpleasant anticipationHe pictured automatically the postures of all the men in the platoon who had been wounded or killed, capped it off by seeing himself chanel clutch bleeding on the groundThe mountain yawed shiveringly above them, and Gallagher was filled with dreadHe wondered for a moment if Mary had received absolution, was convinced she hadn't, and felt a little resentful toward herHer sin would be visited on himBut that was dissipated immediately in remorse at thinking unkindly of someone who was deadAt this instant he was not thinking of her as his dead wife
The stupor, the stoicism with which he had protected himself on the patrol so far was rapidly dissolvingHe hated Martinez at this second for having said what he didHe had never quite allowed himself to state this fear before on the patrol"Just like chanel white watches the fuggin Army," he said furiously, and again he felt guilty for having used an obscenity
"What're you gettin' your balls in an uproar?" Polack asked
"No priest," Martinez said eagerlyPolack had spoken with such assurance that Martinez was certain he had some answer, some escape from the aisles of the catechism
"You think it ain't important?" Gallagher asked
"Listen, you want to know somethin?" Polack said"You don't got to worry about that stuffIt's all a lousy racket
They were appalledGallagher peeked instinctively over his shoulder at the mountainBoth he and Martinez wished they were not sitting with Polack"What are you, a fuggin gucci faux atheist?" This time the profanity did not matterGallagher was thinking that it was true the Italians and Polacks always made the worst Catholics
"You believe that crap?" Polack asked"Listen, I been t'rough the mill, I know what the score isIt's just a goddam good racket for makin' money
Martinez tried not to listen
Polack was riding his angerA long-repressed hostility was coming out, and with it a sustaining bravado, for he also was afraidHe felt as if he were taunting a guy like Lefty Rizzo"You're a Mex, and you're Irish, you get some benefits outa the goddam thingThe Polacks they don't get a -bleep- thingYou ever hear of a Polack cardinal in America? mulberry leather bag |
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The skin along his back quivered with... |
5th September 2010, 14:56 |
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The skin along his back quivered with anticipation
But Croft did nothingHe was having a reaction from Martinez's unfaithfulnessThe resisting weight of the platoon had never pressed more heavily upon himHe had the mountain to fight and the men dragging upon himIt accumulated in him for that moment, left him empty and without volition
"All right, men, we're gonna move out in half an hour, so don't be fuggin around A chorus of mutterings and grumblings answered him, but he preferred to single out none of themHe was extracting the last marrows of his willHe was exhausted himself and his unwashed body itched unbearably
When they did get over the mountain what could they do? There were only seven of them gucci bag black left, and Minetta and Wyman would be worthlessHe watched Polack and Red, who munched their food dourly, glaring back at himBut he forced these considerations awayHe would worry about the rest of it once they had crossed the mountainNow that was the only important problem
Red watched him for several minutes afterward, noticing every move with a dull hatredHe had never loathed any man so much as CroftAs Red picked at the breakfast ration of tinned ham and eggs, his stomach rebelledThe food was thick and tasteless; when he chewed there was a balance between his desire to swallow it and his desire to spit it outEach lumpful remained heavy and leaden for an interminable time in his mouthHe threw the can away at chanel jewelry last, and sat staring at his feetHis stomach pulsed emptily, sickeningly
There were eight rations left: three cheeses, two ham and eggs, and three beef and pork loafsHe knew he would never eat them; they were merely an added load in his packHe took out the ration cartons, slit the tops off each with his knife and separated the candy and cigarettes from the food tins, the crackersHe was about to throw the food away when he realized that some of the men might want itHe thought of asking, but he had an image of passing from man to man with the cans in his hand, having them jeer at himAaah, fug 'em, he decided, it's none of their goddam business anywayHe threw the food into some weeds a few feet behind himFor a omega seamaster de ville time he sat there, so enraged that his heart was beating powerfully, and then he relaxed and began to make up his packThat'll be lighter anyhow, he told himself, and his rage began againFug the Army anyhow, fug the goddam mother-fuggin ArmyThat stuff ain't fit for a pigHe was breathing very quickly once moreKill and be killed for this lousy goddam foodSo many images blurred in his mind, the mills where they stamped and pressured and cooked the food that went into the tins, the dull thwopping sound of a bullet striking a man, even Roth's shout
Aaah, fug the whole goddam messIf they can't feed a man, then fug 'em, fug 'em allHe was trembling so badly he had to sit down and rest
He had to face the truthThe white ceramic chanel watch Army had licked himHe had always gone along believing that if they pushed him around too much he would do something when the time came
He had talked to Polack yesterday, and they had both hinted about Hearn, both let it layHe knew what he could do, and if he skipped out on it he was yellowMartinez wanted them to go backSince he had tried to convince Croft, Martinez must know something
By now the sun was shining brightly on their slope, and the dark-purple shadows of the mountain had lightened to lavender and blueHe squinted upward toward the peakThey still had a morning's climb ahead of them, and then what? They would drop down among the Japs and be wiped outThey could never come back over the mountain prada replica handbags again |
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I'm playing with wordsAll that he had written... |
4th September 2010, 01:11 |
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I'm playing with wordsAll that he had written seemed meaningless, a conceitHe was filled with a powerful spasm of distaste for what he had written, and slowly with a heavy pressure of his pencil he drew a line through each of his sentencesIn the middle of the page his pencil broke, and he flung it down and strode outside the tent, breathing a little quickly
It had all been too pat, too simpleThere was order but he could not reduce it to the form of a single curve
He stared about the silent bivouac, looked up at the stars of the Pacific sky, heard the rustle of the coconut treesAlone, he felt his senses expanding again, lost the intimate knowledge of the size of his bodyA deep boundless ambition leaped in him again, and if his habits had not been so deep he ladies omega watches might have lifted his arms to the skyNot since he had been a young man had he hungered so for knowledgeIt was all there if only he could grasp it
An artillery piece fired, shattering the loom of the night
Cummings listened to its echoes and shuddered
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IN THE TWILIGHT the cliffs of Mount Anaka were glowing with reds and golds, reflecting back into the hills and fields at the baseIn their bivouac what was left of the platoon was settling for the nightThe four extra men who had gone along with Brown's detail for the first hour had returned now and were adjusting their blanketsGallagher was on guard in the knoll that overlooked the hollow; the rest of the men were eating their ration or clumping a few yards into the grass to relieve themselves
Wyman was omega usa brushing his teeth very carefully, sprinkling a few drops of water from his canteen onto the bristles and then massaging his gums thoughtfully
"Hey, Wyman," Polack called, "turn on the radio for me, will ya?"
"Naah, I'm tired of listening to it," Minetta said"Listen, you guys, I'm still civilized," he piped"If I want to brush my teeth I can
"Not even his best friends will tell him," Minetta wisecracked
"Aaah, go fug yourself, I'm sick of ya
Croft stirred in his blankets, propped himself on an elbow"Listen, you men, you can just shut upYou want to stir up a whole pack of Japs?"
What answer could there be? "Awright," one of them muttered
Roth had heard themSquatting in the grass, he peered over his shoulder fearfullyBehind him was nothing but the vast cheap chanel purses darkening sweep of the hillsThe paper was in the ration carton, but even as he fumbled for it a new spasm caught him, and he grunted, held his thighs as the process worked its way through him
"Jesus," he heard one of the men whisper, "who the hell's crapping, an elephant?"
To Roth's nausea and weakness was added embarrassmentHe picked up the pad of tissues, finished, and drew up his pantsHe lay down on his poncho and pulled a blanket over himWhy did this have to start now? he asked himselfFor the first two days his bowels had been tight and heavy, but that was preferable to thisIt's the nervous reaction from the bird, he told himselfDiarrhea is caused by nerves as much as by foodAs if to prove his statement, his belly knotted, passed through a few moments of omega aqua terra watch anguishI'm going to have to go again during the night, he told himselfBut it would be impossibleIf he started moving in the darkness, the man on guard might shoot himHe would have to do it right next to his blanketsRoth's eyes teared with frustration and annoyanceHe felt a deep bitterness at the Army for not having taken into account such situationsHe held his breath, yoked his sphincter, while the perspiration ran into his eyesThere was an instant of panic when he was certain he would soil himselfThese riffraff in the platoon had an expression, "to keep a tight ass-hole What did they know of it? It's the only way they judge anybody, he told himself
"When the -bleep- hits the fan that's when you keep a This afternoon, all right, he had done it; he hadn't even thought about new omega watches |
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MINETTA: Aaah, it's a screwing
BROWN: What do... |
3rd September 2010, 01:20 |
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MINETTA: Aaah, it's a screwing
BROWN: What do you care, Minetta? I swear, you ain't been overseas long enough to get a tan
MINETTA: If you guys don't get out of here, I never will when my eighteen months come upJust like a prison sentence, JesusThoughtfully) You know, that's always when you get itRemember Shaughnessy in P and D? Supposed to go home on rotation, got his orders and everything, and they send him out on a security patrol and he gets it
RED: Sure, that's why they picked himListen, boy, forget about it, you ain't gonna get out of the Army, ain't any of us gonna get out
POLACK: You wanta know something, if I had eighteen months, I could work that rotationYou just gotta start sucking Mantelli, or that fat fug first sergeant, and you win a little money in poker, slip them twenty-thirty pounds, and say, 'Here, for a cigar, for gucci bangle watch a rotation cigar, get it!' There's ways
BROWN: By God, Red, Polack could be right, you remember when they picked Sanders, who the hell was he, not a goddam thing to recommend him except that he had his nose up Mantelli for the last year
RED: I'll tell you what, don't try it, BrownYou start sucking Mantelli and he'll get to like you so much he couldn't bear to let you go
MINETTA: I mean what kind of deal is this? Just like the goddam Army, give you something with one hand and take it away with the other, they just make you eat your heart out
POLACK: You're getting wise to yourself
BROWN: (Sighing) Aah, it makes you sick(Turning over in his blankets) Good night
RED: (Lying on his back, gazing at the pacific stars) That rotation ain't a plan to get men home, it's a plan how not to get them home
MINETTA: Yeah, good night
(Assorted tiffany diamond speeches) Good night
(The men sleep surrounded by the hills and the whispering silence of the night
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THE PLATOON passed an uneasy night in the hollowThe men were too tired to sleep well, and shivered in their blanketsWhen it came each man's turn for guard, he would stumble up to the crest of the hill and stare over the grass into the valley belowEverything was cold and silver in the moonlight, and the hills had become gauntThe sleeping men in the hollow beneath him were removed and distantEach man on guard felt alone, terribly alone, as though looking out on the valleys and craters of the moonNothing moved, and yet nothing was stillThe wind was wistful and reflective; the grass rustled, advanced and retreated in shimmering rustling wavesThe night was intensely silent and pendent
In the dawn they folded their blankets, made their mulberry leather packs, and ate a K ration, chewing slowly, and without relish, the cold tinned ham and eggs and the square graham crackersTheir muscles were stiff from the previous day's march, and their clothing was damp with yesterday's perspirationThe older men were wishing that the sun was higher; there seemed no warmth left in their bodiesRed's kidneys were aching again, Roth's right shoulder was rheumatic, and Wilson had a spasm of diarrhea after he ateThey all felt dull, without volition; they scarcely thought of the march ahead
Croft and Hearn had gone to the top of the hill again, and were discussing the morning's marchIn the early morning, the valley was still hazy with mist and the mountain and pass were obscuredThey squinted into the north, looking at the Watamai RangeIt extended as far as they could see like a cloud bank in the haze, rising cartier clock precipitously to its peak at Mount Anaka, and dropping abruptly, shudderingly, into the pass at its left, before mounting again
"-bleep- sure seems like the Japs would be watching that pass," Croft commented"They probably have enough to do without that, it's pretty far behind their lines
The haze was dissolving, and Croft squinted through the field glasses into the distance"I wouldn't say, LootenantThat pass is narrow enough for a platoon to hold it till hell freezes over"Course we got to find that out The sun was beginning to outline the contours of the hillsThe shadows in the hollows and draws were considerably lighter
"There's not a -bleep- thing else we can do," Hearn murmuredAlready he could sense the antipathy between Croft and himself"With any luck we'll be able to bivouac behind the Jap lines tonight, and then tomorrow we can scout the Jap miu miu bow bag r |
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"I got it that time, Major
Ripples on the water... |
31st August 2010, 14:01 |
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"I got it that time, Major
Ripples on the water were still spreading from the fragments of the pebble"Goddam," Dalleson said again with enjoyment"I appreciate this, Leach
"That's okay, sir
"Lemme pay you for it
"I insist," Dalleson saidHe slipped the magazine out of the carbine, and fired the round remaining in the chamber into the air"Let's call it a quarter for the three picturesI sure hope they come out good He patted Leach on the back"C'mon, son, let's you and me go for a swim
This was all right
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RECON began working on the road again after they returned from the frontThe line companies advanced their positions several times and the men in the rear heard rumors that they were close to the Toyaku LineActually they knew very little about what was happening in the campaign; the days repeated themselves chanel logo earrings without incident, and they were no longer able to distinguish between things which had happened a few days beforeThey would stand guard at night, awaken a half hour after dawn, eat breakfast, wash their mess kits, shave, and load onto trucks which drove them through the jungle to the stretch of road upon which they were workingThey would return at noon, go out again after chow, and work until late afternoon when they would come back for supper, take a bath perhaps in the stream just outside the bivouac, and then go to sleep soon after darkThey had about an hour and a half of guard each night, and they were thoroughly accustomed to it; they had forgotten what it was like to sleep for eight consecutive hoursThe rainy season had come on and they were always wetAfter a time it was no longer a discomfortThe dampness of their omega de ville men's watches clothing seemed perfectly natural to them, and it was very difficult to remember just what it had felt like to wear a dry uniform
About a week after they had come back, a load of mail came to the islandThey were the first letters the men had received in several weeks, and for a night it relieved the changeless pattern of their livesOne of the infrequent rations of beer was given out the same night, and the men finished their three cans quickly, and sat about without saying very muchThe beer had been far too inadequate to make them drunk; it made them only moody and reflective, it opened the gate to all their memories, and left them sad, hungering for things they could not name
On the night they got their mail, Red drank his beer with Wilson and Gallagher, and did not return to his tent until darkHe had received no omega usa letters, which did not surprise him since he had not written to anyone in over a year, but he had felt a trace of disappointmentHe had never written to Lois, so he never heard from her; she didn't even know his addressBut once in a while, usually on mail-call nights, he had a momentary and irrational little hopeThe business with Lois was dead, but even so
His depression had increased while he was with the other menGallagher was busy writing to his wife, leafing through the fifteen letters that had come from her in order to answer some of her questions, and Wilson had been complaining about his wife"Ah gave that -bleep- woman lovin' she'll never forget, and now she's always fussin' over why Ah don' send some o' my pay
"You're gonna die in jail," Red had snorted
By the time he returned to his own tent, he was very depressedAt the omega aqua terra watch entrance he kicked aside an empty beer can and crawled into the holeAs he straightened his twisted blankets in the dark, he swore a little"It's just like the goddam Army," he said to Wyman, "three cans of beerThey got more ways to tease a man
Wyman twisted over in his bedding, and spoke up softly"I only drank one of my beersWhy don't you take the other two, Red?"
"Well, thanks, kidA tacit friendship had developed between them since they had been bunking together, but Wyman was making more and more overtures latelyYou start buddy-buddying with 'em and they get knocked off, Red thoughtMore and more Wyman reminded him of Hennessey"You better drink the beer yourself, kid," he said, "they ain't gonna give 'em out again for a while
"Naw, I don't like beer much
Red opened a can and passed it to Wyman"C'mon, we'll each have vintage chanel jewelry o |
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30th August 2010, 00:58 |
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He had known it was dangerous to rest the troops for a week, but it was a gamble he had had to take while he finished the road, and it had boomerangedThe shock cut deeply into the General's confidenceThe process at most times was unbelievable to him, and he was suffering the amazement and terror of a driver who finds his machine directing itself, starting and halting when it desiresHe had heard of this, military lore was filled with such horror tales, but he had never imagined it would happen to himFor five weeks the troops had functioned like an extension of his own bodyAnd now, apparently without cause, or at least through causes too intangible for him to discover, he had lost his sensitive controlNo matter how he molded them now the men always collapsed into a sodden resistant mass like dishrags, too soft, too wet to hold any shape which might be given themAt night he would lie sleepless on his cot, suffering an almost unbearable frustration; there were times when he was burning with the impotence of his rageOne night he had lain for hours like an epileptic emerging from a coma, his hands clasping and unclasping endlessly, his eyes staring fixedly at the dim outlines of the ridgepole of his women rolex watches tentThe power, the intensity of the urges within himself, inexpressible, balked, seemed to course through his limbs, beating in senseless fury against the confines of his bodyThere was everything he wanted to control, everything, and he could not direct even six thousand menEven a single man had been able to balk him
He had made furious efforts for a time, launched that attack, had kept the troops patrolling constantly, but deep inside himself, unadmitted, he was becoming frightenedA new attack on which he had had Major Dalleson and the G-3 staff working for days had been called off several times alreadyAlways there had been good superficial reasons -- a large shipment of supplies was due from a few Liberty ships in a day or two, or else he felt it tnore advisable to capture first some minor features of land which might seriously impede the attackBut actually he was afraid; failure now would be fatalHe had expended too much on that first attack, and if this one foundered, weeks and possibly months would accrue before a third major drive could be initiatedBy that time he would be replaced
His mind had become dangerously lassitudinous, and his body had been troubled for some time by a painful tiffany jewellery diarrheaIn an effort to scour his ailment he had had officers' mess suffer the most rigid inspections, but despite the new standards of cleanliness his diarrhea continuedIt was acutely difficult now to conceal his annoyance with the most insignificant details, and it was affecting everything about himHot wet days sloughed past, and the officers in headquarters snapped at each other, had petty quarrels and cursed the unremitting heat and rainNothing seemed to move in all the cramped choked spaces of the jungle, and it developed an attitude in which no one expected anything to moveThe division was going subtly and inevitably to pot, and he felt powerless to alter it
Hearn suffered the results in all their immediacyWithout the disturbing and fascinating intimacy the General had granted him in his first weeks as an aide, the job had become reduced quickly to its onerous humiliating routineA change had come about in their relationship, quietly achieved, but its end product left him in a formal and obviously subordinate statusThe General no longer confided in him, no longer lectured him, and the duties of his job, which had been treated between them until now as a tacit joke, had become demanding and balenciaga bag loathsomeAs the campaign floundered along day after day, the General became stricter about the discipline in his headquarters, and Hearn suffered the brunt of itEach morning Cummings made a point of inspecting his tent, and almost every time he delivered a criticism of the way Hearn had supervised the orderlyIt was always a quiet rebuke, uttered slyly, with a sidewise glance at Hearn, but it was disturbing and finally harassing
And there were other tasks, silly pointless ones which assumed a galling character after they had continued long enoughOne time, almost two weeks after they had had their last long conversation on the night of the chess game, the General had stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and then had said, "Hearn, I think I'd like to have some fresh flowers in my tent each morning
"Fresh flowers, sir?"
And the General had given his mocking grin"Yes, it seems to me there're enough of them in the jungleSuppose you just tell Clellan to collect a few each morningGood God, man, it's a simple enough affair
Simple enough, but it added a further tension between Clellan and himself, which Hearn detestedDespite himself, he paid greater attention to the way Clellan made up the mulberry bayswater bag General's tent each morning, and it became a humiliating duel between themTo his own surprise, Hearn discovered that the General was making him vulnerable; he was beginning to care that the tent was made up correctlyEach morning now he approached the General's tent with distaste, figuratively squared his shoulders, and then went in to continue his feud with Clellan
Clellan had started itA tall slim Southerner with a complete and insolent poise, a facility for never questioning himself, he had resented any of Hearn's suggestions from the very beginningHearn had ignored him at first, amused a little by the proprietary concern with which Clellan regarded his work, but Hearn knew by now that he was contributing a little to the feud himself
One morning they almost quarreledHearn entered the tent as Clellan was finishing his work, and he examined it while Clellan stood at the General's cot, his hands by his sidesHearn prodded the bed, which was made very neatly, the extra blanket folded squarely at the foot, the pillow centered at the head with its ends tucked in"Good job on that bed, Clellan," Hearn said
"You think so, Lieutenant?" Clellan didn't move
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