The dance of sex: if one had no other reason for choosing to subscribeto Freud, what could be more charming than to believe that the whole vaudeville1 of the world, the entire dizzy circus of history, is but a fancy mating dance? That dictators burn Jews and businessmen vote Republican, that helmsmen steer2 ships and ladies play bridge, that girls study grammar and boys engineering all at behest of the Absolute Genital? When the synthesizing mood is upon one, what is more soothing3 than to assert that this one simple yen4 of humankind, poor little coitus, alone gives rise to cities and monasteries5, paragraphs and poems, foot races and battle tactics, metaphysics and hydroponics, trade unions and universities? Who would not delight in telling some extragalactic tourist, "On our planet, sir, males and females copulate. Moreover, they enjoy copulating. But for various reasons they cannot do this whenever, wherever, and with whomever they choose. Hence all this running around that you observe. Hence the world?" A therapeutic6 notion!
My classes commenced on the seventh of September, a tall blue day as crisp as the white starched7 blouses of the coeds who filed into my classroom and nervously8 took their seats. Standing9 behind the lectern at eight o'clock sharp, suit fresh-pressed and chin scraped clean, I felt my nostrils10 flare11 like a stud's at the nubby tight sex of them, flustered12 and pink-scrubbed, giggling13 and moist; my thighs14 flexed15, and I yawned ferociously16. The boys, too, lean and green, smooth-chinned and resilient, shivered and stretched at the mere17 nearness of young breasts and buttocks as hard as new pears. In a classroom on the first day of a new term the air's electric with sex like ozone19 after a summer storm, and all sensed it, if all couldn't name it: the rubby sweet friskies twitched20 in their seats and tugged21 their skirts down dimpled white knees; the springy fresh men flexed and slouched, passed quick hands over crew cuts; I folded arms and tightened22 hams, and leaning against the desk, let its edge press calmingly against my trouser fly like a steadying hand. Early blue morning is an erotic time, the commencement of school terms an erotic season; little's to be done but nod to Freud on such a day.
We looked one another over appraisingly23. What I said, with professorial succinctness24, was: "My name's Jacob Horner; my office is in Room Twenty-seven, around the corner. There's a list of my office hours on the door." I assigned texts and described the course; that was all, and that was enough. My air of scholarly competence25, theirs of studious attention (they wrote my name and office number as frowningly as if I'd pronounced the Key to the Mystery) were so clearly feigned26, we were all so conscious of playing school, that to attempt a lesson would have been preposterous27. Why, confronted with that battery of eager bosoms28 and delicious behinds, a man cupped his hands in spite of himself; the urge to drop the ceremonious game and leap those fine girls on the spot was simply terrific. The national consternation29, if on some September morn every young college instructor30 in the land cried out what was on his mind -- "To hell with this nonsense, men: let's take 'em!" -- a soothing speculation31!
"That's all for today. Buy the books and we'll start right off next time with a spelling test, for diagnostic purposes."
Indeed! One hundred spelling words dictated32 rapidly enough to keep their heads down, and I, perched high on my desk, could diagnose to my heart's content every bump of femininity in the room (praised be American grade schools, where little girls learn to sit up front!). Then, perhaps, having ogled33 my fill, I could get on with the business of the course. For as a man must grow used to the furniture before he can settle down to read in his room, this plenitude of girlish appurtenances had first to be assimilated before anyone could concentrate attention on the sober prescriptions34 of English grammar.
Four times I repeated the ritual pronouncements -- at eight and nine in the morning and at two and three in the afternoon. Between the two sessions I lounged in my office with a magnificent erection, wallowing in my position, and watched with proprietary35 eye the parade of young things passing my door. I had nothing at all to do but spin indolent daydreams36 of absolute authority -- Nerotic, Caligular authority of the sort that summons up officefuls of undergraduate girls, hot and submissive -- leering professorial dreams!
By four o'clock, when my first working day ended, I had so abandoned myself to the dance that I was virtually in pain. I tossed my empty brief case into the car and drove directly across town to the high school, to seek out Miss Peggy Rankin; after some inquiry37 at the principal's office I caught up with her just as she was leaving the teacher's lounge.
"Come on!" I said urgently. "I have to see you right away!"
She recognized me, blushed, and fumbled38 for protests.
"Comeon!" I grinned. "I can't tell you here how important it is!" I took her arm and escorted her swiftly outside.
"What's the matter, Jake? Where are we going?"
"Wherever you want to," I said, holding the car door open for her.
"Jake, for God's sake, are you just picking me up again?" she asked incredulously.
"What do you mean,just? There's nothing just about this, girl."
"There certainly isn't! It's fantastic! What do you think I am, for heaven's sake?"
I stepped on the accelerator. "Shall we go to your place or to mine?"
"Mine!" she said furiously. "And just as fast as you can! I've never in my life met such a monster as you are! You're simplya monster!"
"I'm not simply a monster, Peggy: I'malso a monster."
"You're an incredible cad! That exactly describes you -- you're a complete cad! You're so wrapped up in yourself that you don't have a shred39 of respect for anyone else on earth! Turn left right here."
I turned left.
"The fourth house up on the right-hand side. Yes."
I parked the car.
"Now look at me, Jake.Look at me!" she cried. "Don't you realize I'm just as much of a human being as you are? How in theworld could you even look me in the eye again after last time? I'd have been shocked if you'd even had the gall40 to face up and apologize to me, butthis --"
"Listen, Peggy," I said sharply. "You say I don't respect you. Is that because I didn't bother to flatter you at Ocean City, or apologize afterwards, or call up yesterday to make a date for today?"
"Of course it is! What do youthink I mean? You haven't got the slightest bit of common courtesy in you; not even common civility! I'm -- I'm astonished! You're not a man at all."
"I'll explain this only once," I said solemnly; "I assumed you were mature enough to understand it at once, without explanation, as these things should be understood."
"What on earth are you getting at?"
"I'm afraid I overestimated41 you, Peggy," I declared. "I thought after I met you that you might actually be the superior woman you give the first impression of being. But you know, you're turning out to be one hundred per cent ordinary."
She was speechless.
"Don't you understand," I smiled, my testicles aching, "that I'm probably less interested in sex than any other man you've ever met?"
"Oh, myGod!"
"I enjoy it, all right, just as I'd enjoy having a lot of money, but I'm not willing to put up with any nonsense to get either."
"Not even a common respect for a woman's dignity!"
"That's it, right there," I said soberly: "a common respect, a common courtesy, a common this, a common that. Add it all up and what it gives you is a common relationship, and that's a thing I've no use for. You don't seem to be my kind of girl, Peggy, and I could have sworn you were. My kind of girl doesn't want common respect; she wants uncommon42 respect, and that means a relationship where nobody makes the common allowances for anybody else."
"I don't believe you," Peggy said, aghast and troubled.
"You're testifying against yourself, then," I said quietly. "Don't you understand that all this rigmarole of flattery and chivalry43 -- the whole theatrical44 that men perform for women -- isdisrespect? Any lie is disrespect, and a relationship based on that nonsense is a lie. Chivalry is a fiction invented by men who don't want to be bothered with taking women seriously. The minute a man and woman assent45 to it they stop thinking of each other as individual human beings: they assent to it precisely46 so they won't have to think about their partners. Which is completely useful, of course, if sex is the only thing that's on your mind. I may as well tell you, Peggy, now that it's too late, that you're the only woman I ever dared try to respect before, and take completely seriously, on my own terms, just as I'd take myself. No lies, no myths, no allowances, no hypocrisy47. That's the only kind of relationship with a woman that I could ever stay interested in vertically48 as well as horizontally."
Peggy burst into nervous laughter.
"You mustn't laugh at that, Peggy," I said gravely.
"Oh, my God!" she laughed. "Oh, myGod !"
I turned from the wheel and very carefully socked her square on the cheek. The blow threw her head back against the window, and immediately she began crying.
"As you see, I'm still taking you seriously," I said.
"Oh!"
"Try to understand, Peggy, that I'mjust not that interested in laying women. I can do without. But I will not have my Deepest Values thrown in my face! I'm not a man who strikes girls. To hell with girls. What I want is a female human being that I can take as seriously as myself. If you're not interested, get out, but don't laugh at the only man who's ever taken you seriously in your whole life."
"Jake, for God's sake!" Peggy sobbed49, embracing my lap and all that waited impatiently therein. "I'm so sorry I could die!" Fresh tears. "What a horrible spot a woman's in!"
I patted her head. "Our society makes sincerity50 sound like the greatest hypocrisy of all."
"Jake?"
"What?"
Because she'd lost her summer tan, her red eyes looked redder than they had in July.
"I'll die if you say it's too late."
I smoothed her hair. "I socked you, didn't I? Nothing's less chivalrous51 than that."
"Thank God you did!" she smiled bravely. She inspected the welt on her cheek in the mirror. "I wish it would never go away."
"I reallywas just bringing you home, you know, Peggy," I smiled, playing the kicker at the end of my hand. "When can I see you?"
She was properly amazed. "Jake?"
"What?"
"Oh, Jake,now! You've got to come up to my apartment right now!"
I made a mental salute52 to Joseph Morgan,il mio maestro, and another to Dr. Freud, caller of the whole cosmic hoe-down: up to Miss Peggy's flat we tripped. Apas de deux, anentrechat, and that was that. I left on promises of greater things to come, which I had no special plans to keep.
He having stood me in such excellent stead that afternoon, it was rather a pity that, come nightfall and my first really clandestine53 visit to Rennie, I was no longer prepared to be Joe Morgan or any other sort of dancer. I was never highly sexed. For me the intervals54 between women were long, as a rule, and I was not normally disturbed by doing without sexual intercourse55. A condition of erotic excitement such as I'd entertained during most of this first school day was almost as rare as a manic with me, and almost as easily dissipated. After the one game I was good for, I was as unarousable as a gelding.
That, I think, is not how Rennie had found me on the evening of our first adultery, shortly after we'd played Peeping Tom on Joe -- the sheer energy required to be the spirited lover is difficult, but not entirely56 impossible, for me to muster57 -- but that's how I felt on this evening when I went to her. I was neither bored nor fatigued58 nor sad, nor excited nor fresh nor happy: merely a placid59, undesiring animal.
The initial act had been a paradigm60 of assumed inevitability61. Three days after our eavesdropping62 Joe went to Washington to do research in the Library of Congress, and before leaving he asked me to keep Rennie company during his absence -- a very Morganesque request. I went out there and spent the afternoon playing with the boys. It was notnecessary for me to do this at all, but neither was it obviously compromising. Rennie quite unsuggestively invited me to stay for dinner, and I did, though I had no special reason not to eat as usual in a restaurant. We scarcely spoke63 to each other. Rennie said once, "I feel lost without Joe," but I could think of no appropriate reply, and for that matter I was not certain how extensive was the intended meaning of her observation. After dinner I volunteered to oversee64 the boys' bath, spun65 them a bloodcurdling bedtime story, and bade them good night. I could have left then, but my staying to drink ale with Rennie during the evening certainly had no clear significance. We talked impersonally66 and sporadically67 -- much of the time nothing was said, but mutual68 silences were neither unusual nor uncomfortable with Rennie -- and I truly remember very little of our conversation, except that Rennie mentioned being weary and thanked me for having helped with the children that day.
The point I want to make is that on the face of it there was no overt69 act, no word or deed that unambiguously indicated desire on the part of either of us. I shall certainly admit that I found Rennie attractive that day. Her whole manner was one of exhausted70 strength: throughout the afternoon her movements had been heavy and deliberate, like those of a laborer71 who has worked two straight shifts; in the evening she sat for the most part without moving, and frequently upon blinking her eyes she would keep them shut for a full half minute, opening them at last with a wide stare and a heavy expiration72 of breath. All this I admired, but really rather abstractly, and any sexual desire that I felt was also more or less abstract. We spoke little of Joe, and not at all about what we'd seen through the living-room window.
Then at nine-thirty or thereabouts Rennie said, "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, Jake," and I said, "All right." To reach the bathroom, she had to go through a little hallway off the living room; to get my jacket, I had to go to an open closet in this same hallway, and so it is still not quite necessary to raise an eyebrow73 at the fact that we got up from our chairs and went to the hallway together. There, if she turned to face me for a slight moment at the door to the bathroom, who's to say confidently that good nights were not on the tips of tongues? It happened that we embraced each other instead before we went our separate ways -- but I think a slow-motion camera would not have shown who moved first -- and it happened further (but I would not sayconsequently) that our separate ways led to the same bed. By that time, if we had been consciously thinking of first steps -- and I for one certainly wasn't -- I'm sure we both would have assumed that the first steps, whoever made them, had already been made. I mention this because it applies so often to people's reasoning about their behavior in situations that later turn out to be regrettable: it is possible to watch the sky from morning to midnight, or move along the spectrum74 from infrared75 to ultraviolet, without ever being able to put your finger on the precise point where a qualitative76 change takes place; no one can say, "It is exactlyhere that twilight77 becomes night," or blue becomes violet, or innocence78 guilt79. One can go a long way into a situation thus without finding the word or gesture upon which initial responsibility can handily be fixed80 -- such a long way that suddenly one realizes the change has already been made, is already history, and one rides along then on the sense of an inevitability, a too-lateness, in which he does not really believe, but which for one reason or another he does not see fit to question.
I could illustrate81 this phenomenon, in the case at hand, clear up to the point -- well, up to the point where the cuckolding of Joe Morgan was pretty much an accomplished82 fact; but delicacy83, to which I often incline, forbids. We spent a wordless, tumultuous night together, full of tumblings and flexings and shudders84 and such, exciting enough to experience but boring to describe; for the neighbors' sake I left before sunrise.
It is with reason that I say no more than this about our adultery: the whole business was without significance to me. I had no idea what was on Rennie's mind -- and no wish to penetrate85 until afterwards her characteristic taciturnity -- but I know that my own was empty. It was not a case of weatherlessness; my mood was one of first general and later specific desire, combined with a definite but not inordinate86 masculine curiosity: in other words, first I wanted to copulate, then I wanted to copulate with Rennie and in addition to learn not only "what she was like in bed," but also what the intimate relationship (I do not mean sexual relationship) would be like which I presumed would be established by our intercourse. Although I was not often gregarious87 or even very sociable88, I could maintain a thoroughgoing curiosity about one or two people at a time.
That was all. Other than these half-articulated sentiments there was nothing on my mind. Rennie, a bed partner rather too athletic89 for my current taste, more than satisfied my desires, both general and specific, and my curiosity was satisfied that it would be satisfied as time went on. I cannot call my share in the act gratuitous90 in the sense of its being unmotivated -- I knew why I went along with it -- but I would call it both specifically (if not generally) unpremeditated and entirely unreflective. The fellow who committed it was not thinking ahead of his desire.
The next day I became engrossed91 in reading several volumes of plays that I'd borrowed from the college library at the Doctor's behest, and gave the matter no more thought of any sort. It was insignificant92, unimportant, and, as far as I was concerned, inconsequential. I didn't read often, but when I got a fit on I read voraciously93; for the next four days I scarcely left my room except to eat, and I read seven collections of plays -- some seventy or eighty plays in all. The day after I finished the last volume was the first day of the school term, the day of this chapter, and it was, I think, not at all my love-making of five days earlier, but the release from my heavy diet of vicarious emotions, that induced my highly erotic mood.
In the evening, after supper, I felt tortoise-like, even lichen-like, and, left to myself, I'd have sat rocking in my chair, buried in comfortable torpidity94, until bedtime. This inertia95, which must be distinguished96 from both weatherlessness and Penn Station-type immobility, is mildly euphoric -- my mind is neither empty nor still, but disengaged, and the idle race of fugitive97 thoughts that fill it spins past against a kind of all-pervasive, cosmicawareness, almost palpable and audible, which I can compare only to the text "I feel the breath of other planets blowing," from Sch?nberg's Second String Quartet, or, less esoterically but about as accurately98, to the atmospheric99 rustle100 on a radio receiver when the volume is turned on full. It is a state from which I can remove myself at will, but I'm usually reluctant to do so. It turned out that, as in the case of my July manic, a telephone call from Rennie dispelled101 it.
"Jake, I think you'd better come over here," she said. "I have to see you."
"All right." I had no feeling about going, except the special, non-urgent curiosity previously102 mentioned. "When?"
"Now. Joe's at his Scout103 meeting."
"All right."
I readily assumed that what was in the offing was a polishing of the crown of horns we'd already placed on Joe's brow; as I drove out to the Morgans' I attempted, halfheartedly, to be pleased by the irony104 of my friend's being at a Boy Scout meeting at the time. But it didn't work. Indeed, I was somewhat irritable105, not a bit desirous; felt commonplace, conventional;wanted to feel conventional; didn't want to think about myself. Perhaps as a result, for the very first time since I'd met the Morgans, I experienced a sudden, marvelous sensation of guilt.
And, following immediately on this sensation, the guilt poured in with a violent shock that slacked my jaw106, dizzied me at the wheel, brought sweat to my forehead and palms, and slightly sickened me. What in heaven's name was I doing? What, for God's sake, had I done? I was appalled107. Does Jacob Horner betray the only man he can think of as a friend, and then double the felony by concealing108 the betrayal? I was anguished110, as never before in my life. What is more, my anguish109 was pretty much unself-conscious: I was not aware of watching Jacob Horner suffer anguish. Had I been, I believe I'd have seen a face very like Laoco?n's.
The instant assumption of this burden of guilt crushed me. I wanted to turn back, or, better, keep on going, out of Maryland, and not come back. This was a new feeling for me, and I had not the strength or courage, or the complexity111, even to be curious about it, as I usually am about my rare moments of intense feeling. But I hadn't nerve enough to escape. I parked in front of Rennie's house, and after a while went inside. I had no idea what to do: certainly I was incapable112 of repeating the offense113.
Rennie answered the door, dead white. As soon as she saw me she tried to say something, choked on it, and burst into tears.
"What's the matter, Rennie?" I took her shoulders and would have embraced her, only to steady both of us, but she jerked away, horrified114, and fell into a chair. The intensity115 of her agitation116 increased my nausea117: cold sweat ran under my clothes; I felt weak-kneed and ready to vomit118.
"It's incredible, Rennie!" I cried. She looked up at me but couldn't speak, and tears sprang to my eyes. I had to sit down.
"God, I feelweak !" I said. The enormity of the injury I'd done Joe was almost too painful to bear. He never looked finer or stronger to me than at that moment when I thought of him at the Boy Scout meeting. "What in the world was Ithinking of? Where in the hellwas I?"
Rennie closed her eyes and whipped her head from side to side. After a moment she calmed herself somewhat and wiped her eyes with the top of her wrist.
"What are we going to do, Jake?"
"Does he know yet?"
She shook her head, pressing the butt18 of her hand against her brow.
"He worked terribly hard in Washington, to get enough material to last him awhile, and then when he came home" -- she choked on it -- "he was sweeter to me than he's ever been before. I wanted to die. And when I thought -- how I was carrying his child when it happened --"
I burned with shame.
"Do you know what I did? I went to our doctor this morning and asked him for Ergotrate to abort119 it. He was terrible to me. He's known me since I was little, and he got angry and told me I should be ashamed."
"Oh, God."
"Then it turned out I didn't need it. This afternoon I started menstruating. I wasn't even pregnant; I was just late."
She broke down again; apparently120 the fact that she wasn't pregnant somehow made things worse.
"Will you tell Joe?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said dully. "I can't imaginenever telling him. God, the last thing we'd do is hide anything from each other! These five days have been terrible, Jake. I've had to pretend to be gay and alert all the time. I swear, the only reason I haven't killed myself is that that would just be cheating him more."
"How would he take it?" I asked sickly.
"I don't know! That's the terrible thing. I can imagine him doing anything from just laughing to shooting both of us. What's terrible is that I don't knowwhat he'd do, and that's because neither of us would ever dream of doing anything like this to the other! Do you think I should tell him?"
"I don't know," I said, but so unnerved was I by my guilt that the prospect121 terrified me.
"You're afraid of him, aren't you?" Rennie asked.
It was fortunate that she asked this, because although the taunt122 in her voice was slight -- the real sense being that she too was afraid -- nevertheless it was fundamental, perhaps the most fundamental taunt one human being can throw at another. I steadied at once.
"I'm afraid of violence," I said. "I'm always afraid of any kind of violence, even violent emotions. But you have to understand that when anything that matters is concerned, I wouldn't go an inch out of my way to avoid violence. Fear is different from cowardice123. If I don't want you to tell Joe it's because I'm afraid of possible violence, but I'd never say a word to talk you out of telling him. There's nothing a man can do about fear, but he has to choose to be cowardly."
This was pretty much true; at least I felt it was at the time. I would not normally be cowardly unless taken by surprise. But I felt weak, pitifully weak: weak to have gone to bed with Rennie in the first place; weak not to have told Joe at once afterwards; weak now at being so afraid of his finding out. The violence was one thing; just as intense was my fear of his disappointment in me, his disapproval124 of me, and his disgust with me -- I felt weak at being afraid of these things, which ordinarily would not bother me. I could account for all except the original weakness in having unthinkingly betrayed Joe, because one weakness spawns125 other weaknesses as one strength spawns other strengths; but there was no excusing that original one. I was miserable126.
After a while Rennie said, "Joe will be coming home in a few minutes."
I rose to leave.
"Rennie -- God, I'm sorry. Do whatever you think is best."
She didn't look at me.
"I don't know what to do. Sometimes I wake up in the morning feeling wonderful: he -- we always sleep with our arms around each other --" This overwhelmed her for a moment. "Then I remember it, against my will, and I want to die. I wish I'd never waked up. I hardly believe it happened. I guess I don't really believe itdid happen. Itcouldn't have happened, Jake: I couldn't have hurt him like that."
"That's how I feel," I said. I almost reminded her how much it would hurt him to find out, and checked myself just in time, afraid that if I said it she'd think I was trying to talk her out of telling him -- precisely the truth -- and therefore tell him. With all my heart I didn't want her to tell him.
"Do whatever you have to do," I said. "Be strong as you can."
I left and drove back to my room. It was useless to try to read or sleep: there was no slipping into someone else's world or otherwise escaping my own, which had me by the throat. All I could think of was Rennie there in the house with Joe, perhaps in bed with him; I wondered how long her strength would last against his embraces, his sleeping with her in his arms, his new sweetness. My heart was filled equally with profound sympathy for Rennie, whom I felt I'd placed in that position, and with fear that she'd tell him what we'd done. He must have walked in about ten minutes after I left -- I perspired127 to think I'd got out just in time.
It occurred to me that, granted all this profound sympathy, tenderness, and general concern for Rennie, I could have stayed to face Joe directly myself and tell him everything. Every passing minute added to my deception128. So, then, it seemed I had to admit that Iwas a coward after all: an adulterer, a deceiver, a betrayer of friends, and a coward. And now I was self-conscious again; I watched myself refuse to recognize that beside my bed was a telephone by means of which one could call Joe Morgan; that parked out front was a Chevrolet by means of which one could drive out there. Cowardice, apparently, is as proliferous as is weakness. The act of will required to make the tiny motion of lifting the telephone was beyond me.
My curiosity returned with my self-consciousness. I placed my hand on the telephone and for some time studied with interest the blushing, uncomfortable fellow who would not pick it up.
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