myna corbett sat next to me in our exobiology class. The instructor1 was a little man named Alan Zapalac, who liked to be called Zap. He was about five feet four inches tall, not much older than the rest of us, and very mobile in his teaching methods. He had a distinctly limited stride, moving back and forth2 across the front of the room as he spoke3, sometimes stalking the aisles4. He spoke quickly, flowing over his own words, laughing almost in embarrassment5 when he said something he knew was quite perceptive6. He waved his arms a lot and smiled maniacally7 at our more ridiculous statements. Every so often he sat on top of his desk or on the windowsill, his small feet pedaling the air.
"Formic acid trickles8 through the great halls of the universe. Way out there the thing is evolving, has evolved, is about to evolve, whatever synthesis you can guess at, methane9, ammonia, hydrogen, water vapor10, all acted on by present or unknown forms of energy to form amino acids which in turn are developed into proteins which in turn are acted on by nucleic acids to give us life in neon lettering across the sky, what harmony, what religion. Dextrorotation, think of it. I look at your faces and see no sign that this word rings any kind of bell. Somebody give me a sign. The person making any kind of intelligible11 comment gets to clap the erasers after class. The real point is how to grasp it, how to get beyond pure formulations and discussions of isotope12 content and get into the mystery of it. Four point five billion years. Science is religion, did you know that? Consider what it is we're talking about. Earthly origins, meteorites13 dropping from the heavens, creation of the solar system. But in approaching each other to discuss this thing we have to get through all the barriers imposed by all the allied14 sciences and disciplines—that of multiple definitions, that of crossreferences nobody's even begun to put in any coherent form, that of terminologies15 which are untranslatable, that of expensive duplications, that of inconsistencies in even the most sophisticated testing equipment, that of speed outrunning itself in terms of who in what discipline is developing unforeseen procedures which completely wipe out soandso in what other discipline. Let me tell you about my childhood in Oregon."
Myna had a few words with Zapalac after class and then we left with two friends of hers, sisters, Esther and Vera Chalk, and had a picnic behind the Quonset hut. Myna had made meatless and breadless organic sandwiches; one of the Chalk girls brought along raw carrots and celery tonic16. The sisters complimented Myna on her funky17 crystalbeaded suede18 dress. Then the three of them talked about me as I lay on the blanket with my arms crossed over my eyes. They said nice things mostly, how wellbuilt I was, how my nose was slightly offline in a pleasant way. Esther lifted my arms off my face during the part about the nose; she wanted to confirm something. Then we ate lunch and listened to Myna read a short story about a solar system inhabited by oxycephalic creatores who give birth to their own mothers. When it was over, Vera Chalk poured her tonic into a plastic cup.
"Zapalac gives me goose bumps," she said.
"I just adore that little man," Esther said. "He conveys a real primitiveappeal type thing."
"Did you hear him on electron bombardment? I swear he made poetry out of it."
"I like his teeth," Myna said.
"They're real white," Esther said.
"It's not that so much. It's how small they are."
"Remember daddy's teeth?" Vera said.
"They were gruesome."
"They were horse teeth. Gaa. I have a shit fit just thinking about them. Gaa."
"They were gruesome beyond belief. They were the perfect teeth for someone like him."
"My father's teeth are okay," Myna said. "It's the rest of him."
"Raw carrots are good for the teeth," Esther said. "Most people think it's carrots for the eyesight, milk for the teeth. But it's dumb to subdivide19 things that way. Carrots nourish the body and all the extensions of the body. It's carrots for wholebody harmony."
"She's into carrots pretty heavy," Vera said.
"How you chew them's important. You sort of project your jaw20 outward and then chomp21 down hard. You're supposed to think of the numeral seventeen while you're chewing them. The numeral seventeen is a numeral of immortal22 life. Raw vegetables have a linkup with certain forms of numerology."
"I don't know how Zapalac's teeth could chew anything," Myna said. "They're so small and tiny. I picture him eating a lot of soup and a lot of strained foods."
"Tell them about daddy's thumbs," Vera said.
"Don't remind me please."
"Our daddy had these gross thumbs. They were huge. They were immense, Gary. And they were so ugly they'd make you physically23 sick just to look at them. But we used to sneak24 little looks anyway and we were always afraid he'd catch us."
"Then he'd bite you with, his horse teeth," I said.
"Gaa."
"Talk about something else," Esther said.
"Remember his thumbnails? They were brownish yellow. They didn't have any pink at all. They were scab colored."
"Oh God please," Esther said.
"It was real scary being anywhere near those thumbs. They were horriblelooking things. And he liked to use his thumb to pick his nose."
"Oh please no."
"We're here to comfort each other," Myna said.
After the picnic I went to my room. Bloomberg, wearing shorts with little slits25 in them, was on his bed, turned to the wall, asleep. After a while I was called to the telephone. I assumed someone in my family had died. On the way to the phone I wondered who it might be, which death would cause me the most grief, whether it was an accident or natural, and whether I would have to go home for the funeral if it was just an uncle or aunt. Then I picked up the phone and heard my mother's voice.
"How's your laundry?" she said.
"Fine—how's yours?"
I wasn't particularly relieved that no one had died. When we were finished talking I returned to my room. Anatole was on his back. His body rose and fell through a tidal sleep. I spent the afternoon looking out the window. That evening we went down to a team meeting. Tweego and Hauptfuhrer yelled at us for our performance of two days before, our sixth game. We had won 2710 but it had been our worst game by far. We lost the ball four times on fumbles26. Bing Jackmin missed an extra point and three field goals. The defensive27 unit wasn't aggressive, giving up just ten points only because the opposition28 was so pathetic; we knew it wouldn't be much of a contest when we saw their quarterback wearing number 78. Garland Hobbs didn't show much either. He threw only long passes in the first quarter, as if a sustained drive was too much trouble, and he missed his first six and then got intercepted29 before Creed30 placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke softly into his face. All these thing we were reminded of as we sat in the long low stone room under Staley Hall. Coming up was Centrex, the game that would make or break the season. In six games we had scored 246 points and given up 41. It didn't mean a thing if we couldn't win the next one.
"You got five days to get ready," Hauptfuhrer said. "This isn't Snow White and the seven dwarfs31 you're facing this time. This is a bunch of headhunters. They like to hit. They have definite sadistic32 tendencies. This isn't another humpty dumpty outfit33. This is a squad34 that's big and mean. You people got a long way to go in meanness. You think you're mean but you're not mean. Centrex is mean. They're practically evil. They'll stomp35 all over you. It'll be men against boys. You better execute out there. And you better play mean. They're headhunters. They like to humiliate36 people. That's their stock in trade. You better get ready for the worst."
"Let me tell you about their head coach," Tweego said. "I know Jade37 Kiley. I've known him for years. I know every wart38 on his hide. And he's mean."
"You better believe it."
"And his boys are mean."
"They're quite a contingent39," Hauptfuhrer said. "They like to hit."
"A Jade Kiley team likes to hit. That's been his trademark40 down the years. I've known Jade Kiley I don't know how long. His teams have always liked to hit. Jade Kiley doesn't let you put on a uniform unless you like to hit. Jade Kiley teams are hitting teams."
"They like to humiliate people. They're quite a contingent."
"You got your work cut out for you," Tweego said. "You got five days to get ready. We can help you get ready but we can't play the damn game for you. We can take you right up to kickoff. Then you're on your own."
"They'll stomp blue shit out of you," Hauptfuhrer said.
Creed didn't make an appearance. As the season progressed he had become more remote. We saw him only at practice and at the games. He no longer had his meals with the squad. At practice he stayed up in the tower or sat alone in the last row of benches in the small grandstand section used during the baseball season. During the games he remained in one spot on the sidelines, right at the midfield stripe, letting his assistants make all the decisions and control the flow of players. He seemed to be losing weight and he moved slowly now, with a slight limp.
When the meeting ended Raymond Toon and I went up to his room to watch television. I wanted to look at the replay of a game between the Detroit Lions and the Minnesota Vikings. It was a little early but he turned on the set anyway and we watched a program composed of film clips of hurricanes, tornadoes41 and avalanches42. It was one of the most fascinating things I had ever seen. Raymond, stretched out in his chair, nearly spanned the walls.
"What do you think?" he said. "Can we beat them?"
"I'm watching this."
"They'll be tough. We've had it too easy all year. It'll make them seem that much tougher. But I guess all we can do is go out there and do the best we can. The man upstairs decides these things."
"Who do you mean, Toony?"
"The man upstairs," he said. "It's up to him what happens. All we can do is use our talents to the best of our ability. We can run, we can block, we can tackle, we can kick the ball and catch the ball. If the man upstairs decides we don't deserve to win, then we won't win. Gary, I'm a substitute tackle. I've done all I can to earn firststring status. I play my heart out every time I get in there.
Maybe I'm not mean enough. That's a criticism that's been leveled at me more than once. I know I try my best. I go all out on every play. I give one hundred and ten percent just like Coach demanded of us back last summer. It's like the notion of valuation in the hard market, Gary. Practitioners43 link the measurement of earnings44 magnitude to the need for assessing the variability that's expressed in the multiplier rate. This way you avoid doublecounting the risk allowance. But I can't crack the starting lineup. And if the man upstairs wants it that way, that's good enough for me. He has his reasons."
"What are they?"
"I wouldn't even try to guess, Gary. I just know they're good reasons. But they're probably beyond our scope."
"Toony, this shit about the man upstairs. Is the man upstairs supposed to be synonymous with God or what? Because either way it's an outmoded concept. It's a concept that's incredibly outmoded. It makes absolutely no theological sense."
"Don't try to get me in a discussion," he said.
John Jessup walked in then, Raymond's roommate. The game came on and we all watched it, marveling at the pros45, how easily they did the things we stumbled over. In slow motion the game's violence became almost tender, a series of lovely and sensual assaults. The camera held on fallen men, on men about to be hit, on those who did the hitting. It was a loving relationship with just a trace of mockery; the camera lingered a bit too long, making poetic46 sport of the wounded. We laughed at the most acrobatic spills and the hardest tackles and at the meanness of some of it, the gang tackles and cheap shots. We laughed especially at the meanness. After about ten minutes Raymond turned down the sound so he could practice his sportscasting. Jessup leaped for the set and turned the sound back up.
"I've had enough broadcasting from your big dumb face."
"I have to practice," Raymond said.
"This goddamn set is not to be goddamn touched. Now I'm serious about that."
"It's my set, John."
"I don't care if it was a gift from your grandmother who knitted it herself."
"John, I've never hurt a man on purpose in my whole life."
"And you ain't tonight, shitfinger."
Jessup was standing47 in front of the set now, guarding it. Raymond began to ease himself from the chair. I moved my head in order to see what the Lions would do on fourth and one inside the Minnesota 5. The fieldgoal team came on and I reached over and grabbed Raymond's arm.
"Go easy," I said. "We've got a hard week ahead of us. You're both tense. It's the tension. I feel it. Coach feels it. We all feel it. We're all tense and knotted up. Let's save the combat for Saturday. It's bound to be a long hard week. Toony, shake the man's hand."
I was right about the kind of week it would be. We did everything wrong in practice and the coaches raged at us. I spent a lot of time with Myna. Nothing helped very much. Wednesday's practice was the worst of the year and when we were only slightly better the next day, Creed issued word that Friday's light workout would be canceled. He also called the team captains in and suggested we have a beer party that night, Thursday, no coaches, no females, no time limit. The throwing of the beer cans started half an hour after the party began. It went from there to fights, to mass vomiting48, to singing and comradeship. A defensive end named Larry Nix kept punching a door until he busted49 through. A few people fell asleep in their chairs or on the floor. There was a pissing contest with about twenty entries trying not for distance but for altitude—a broom held by two men being the crossbar as it were, the broom raised in stages as contestants50 dropped out and others progressed. It was the most disgusting, ridiculous and adolescent night I had ever spent. The floor of the lounge was covered with beer, urine and ketchup51, and we kept slipping and falling and then getting up and getting casually52 knocked down again by somebody passing by. Clothes were torn and there was blood to be seen on a few grinning faces. There were tagteam wrestling matches, pushup contests, mock bullfights, and other events harder to classify. A bunch of men jumping repeatedly in the air with their hands at their sides. Seven people in a circle spitting at each other's shoes. Lloyd Philpot Jr. ate nine hamburgers in twentyfive minutes. Link Brownlee chugged a bottle of ketchup. Jim Deering and his brother Chuck traded ten quick bolo punches to the midsection, apparently53 reviving a boyhood tradition. It was a horrible night. They took off Billy Mast's clothes and threw him out the front door. Somebody pushed Gus de Rochambeau and he skidded54 past me over the beer and piss and put his hand through a window. I took out my handkerchief and bandaged him. Then we sang one of the school songs, Gus and I, and I didn't know whether I was singing seriously or making fun of the song and in a very short while I didn't know whether I was singing at all or just listening to Gus sing. I thought I could hear my own voice but I wasn't sure and so I stood there with Gus, not wanting to leave if I was still singing, and I watched my teammates slip and fall into the beer and get up sick and laughing.
Since there was no workout scheduled for Friday, I thought it would be a good idea to end the week as it had begun, a picnic with Myna and the Chalk sisters. The cyclic redundancy might be beneficial. I needed a feeling of restfulness, of things content enough in themselves to begin again, and I thought the warm drawling chatter55 of an identical picnic might put me at ease. Myna was available and so was Esther Chalk. Vera had a class but we talked her out of it and assembled behind the Quonset hut. I lay on the blanket with my arms over my face.
"We could all live somewhere," Myna said. "I have all this money that's in my name. We could go to Mexico. A friend of mine knows where to get good stuS in Mexico City. We could buy a RollsRoyce and pick up some stuff in Mexico City and drive into the mountains."
"You have money?" Esther said. "Gary, she has money?"
"Half a million."
"Oil depletion," Myna said.
"Half a million dollars?"
"My father wanted to send me to Bryn Mawr. So I had this decision to make. Either I could lose all my excess weight and kill my blemishes56 with cobalt or whatever they use and go to Bryn Mawr and be a beautiful and charming young lady and risk being supermiserable because of the responsibilities of that kind of thing. Or I could come a little west to out here and be emotional and do what I want. They're both better than staying home and out here you don't get nagged57 by responsibilities like the responsibilities of beauty."
"What are you going to do with the money?" Vera said.
"Gary," Esther said, "what's she going to do with the money?"
"I don't know."
"She should keep it."
"She should do whatever she wants," Esther said.
"She should keep it," Vera said. "She should hold on to it."
"I don't know much about things English. But the idea of riding around in a RollsRoyce sounds pretty neat. And it's her money."
"But she shouldn't just throw it away. She should do something positive with it. Maybe open a shop. I'm into handicrafts, Gary. We could think up something worthwhile."
"She can throw it away if she wants to. It's her money, Vera."
"Don't call me that. You know how much I hate that name. You know how much I loathe58 and despise that name, you damn bitch."
"Our mother named her after herself," Esther said.
"She should have named you Vera. You're the damn Vera. I'm not that damn person. I'm just me. You're the Vera. You're more her than I am."
"She gets this way, Gary. It's a real laugh and a half, isn't it?"
"You're the only damn Vera in the vicinity that I know of. It's the honesttogoddest truth, Gary. She's the damn Vera, not me."
"Quiet," I said.
"We can all go live somewhere in Mexico," Myna said. "We can live in a house in the mountains with a garden that's always full of flowers, the wildest colors in Mexico. We can buy a RollsRoyce and go. Gary, you drive."
"We can buy four RollsRoyces," Esther said.
"You don't need all that money to go to Mexico and live in a garden," Vera said.
"But we're getting four RollsRoyces."
"I think we should get just one," Myna said. "That way we stay together."
"That's right," Vera said.
"That way we insure staying together. And we can all study the works of Tudev Nemkhu who's this Mongolian sciencefiction writer who's got a real big underground following. He's in exile in Libya because his government frowns on scifi."
"All of us in the mountains smoking our little pipes," Vera said.
We sat around for a while longer. Myna read to us, bouncing on her haunches, pausing after certain passages to bite her nails. We heard the wind then. It came up suddenly, fanning sand into the air. We tried to cover ourselves. Esther wore a large button with the word carrots printed on it.
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