myna returned from christmas vacation many pounds lighter1. When I saw her, I didn't know how to react. She was having coffee with the Chalk sisters in the student lounge and I stood in the doorway2 a moment, trying to prepare a suitable remark or two. She was wearing a white cotton blouse; her hair was combed straight back and ribboned at the nape of the neck. Vera Chalk saw me and waved me over, gesturing urgently, her face expressing news of colossal3 wonders. The sisters put their hands on me as soon as I sat down, scratching at my arms and chest in their glee at finding an object toward which to direct their effusions.
"Look at her, Gary."
"I'm looking. Hi. I'm virtually speechless."
"Hi," Myna said.
"It's just the beginning," Esther said. "She's got twenty more pounds to go. She's lost twenty and she's got twenty to go. In other words she's halfway4 there."
"Just look at her," Vera said. "She's like a new person. She looks unbelievable. I'm so happy for her. I can't believe how much better she looks. Gary, what do you think?"
"I think it's unbelievable."
"I'm ecstatic on her behalf. I really am."
"Don't use that word," Esther said.
"Ecstatic."
"You know how much I hate that word, you spiteful bitch."
"Ecstatic."
"Now quit it, Vera."
"You're not supposed to call me that. Gary, she knows how much I loathe5 and despise my name."
"Vera."
"Ecstatic. More ecstatic. Most ecstatic."
"Vera beera. One little lira for a glass of Vera beera."
"Enough," I said.
"I'll stop if she will," Esther said. "Besides we're supposed to be discussing Myna. Gary, don't you think it's unbelievable?"
"It's unbelievable. It really is."
"Are you just saying that? Or do you really think it?"
"I'm just saying it. I don't know what to think. It's too early yet. I need time to reflect."
"Don't be such a picayune shit," Vera said.
"I had to do it, Gary. It became a question of selfdefinition. I was just moping along like an unreal person. I used to look forward to nothingtype things. I never really faced my own reality. I was satisfied just consuming everything that came along. But after only twenty pounds, things are already starting to be different. I'm beginning to catch my own reflection everywhere I go. I'm being forced to face myself as a person instead of somebody who just mopes along consuming everything that's put in front of her. Gary, I've spent too much time on nothingtype things. I used to think three meals ahead. I used to be satisfied figuring out which dress I was going to wear with whichever dumb shoes. I used to work these things out in my head for hours. It really made me happy working out my combinations. These shoes, that dress, this bracelet8. The sweater with the purple star and the dumb blue boots. The sculptured brass9 peace symbol strung on rawhide10 and the turquoise11 dishrag tunic12 with drawstring neck and full sleeves. These things were my doggy treats. I did a good trick and I got a doggy treat.
The whole process took me further away from myself and made my life a whole big thing of consumption, consuming, consume. Purplestar sweaters, antique pendants, beaded chokers, organic nuts, horoscopes, sciencefiction movies, fourdollar transparent13 soap, big English cars, Mexican villas14, ecology, pink rolling paper, brownies, seaweed with my pork chops, soy noodles, dacron, rayon, orlon acrylic, Fortrel polyester, Lycra spandex, leather, vinyl, suede15, velvet16, velours, canvas. I shoveled17 it all in and all I did was bury my own reality and independentness. The whole business of going to Mexico to do nothing but smoke dope was all part of the fatness thing. Gary, I know you liked me fat but at least with the responsibilities of beauty I'll have a chance to learn exactly or pretty exactly what I can be, with no builtin excuses or copouts or anything. I'm not just here to comfort you. You can't expect to just come searching for me for comfort. I want other thing now. I'm ready to find out whether I really exist or whether I'm something that's just been put together as a market for junk mail."
"It's all very existential."
"Don't use words," Esther said. "Either you h'ke her this way or you don't. You can't get out of it with words."
"I have to get used to the new situation. I need time to get accustomed."
"Are you sure that's all it is?" Myna said.
"That's all."
"Are you sure it's not that you're definitely against it? Because if you are, it would be better if you said so now."
"I have to get used to it. Time. That's all. I need time."
"You're really sure, Gary?"
"Myna, we've known each other for a number of months. We've been very close to each other. We've shared some unforgettable moments. Would I lie to you?"
"No, I don't think you would, Gary. Not in a pinch."
"Define pinch."
"He's being picayune again," Esther said. "If he can't see what's staring him in the face, he needs more than time. I think he's being real dippy about this."
"So do I," Vera said.
"He's being ridiculous beyond belief."
"For once I have to agree with you. It's nice to think alike for a change. In fact the situation makes me ecstatic."
"Oh you bitch. You damn rotten bitch."
"Ecstatico."
"And you're the one who's into the gospels. Who's into charity and love thy neighbor. Who comes around yapping to me about the power of miracles."
"Without belief in miracles, we are like reeds shaken with the wind," Vera said.
"She's into miracles real heavy."
"I'm a miracle freak, Gary."
I walked back to Staley Hall. It was a blank afternoon, windless and pale, not too cold, the sun hidden, a faint haze18 obscuring the reduplicated landscape beyond the campus. I went to my room. Bloomberg was in bed, neatly19 blanketed, reading one of my ROTC manuals.
"They use simple declarative sentences," he said.
I put my coat away and looked out the window for a while. Then I stared at my right thumb. It seemed important to create every second with infinite care, as at the beginning or nearing the end of momentous20 ordeals21. I spent ten minutes learning a new word. Finally, in my gray corduroy trousers and gray shirt, I went down the hall to Taft Robinson's room.
I paused in his doorway, realizing suddenly that I spent a good deal of time in doorways22, that I had always spent a lot of time in doorways, that much of my life had been passed this way. I was forever finding myself pausing in a doorway or standing23 before a window, looking into rooms and out of them, waiting to be tapped on the shoulder by an impeccably dressed gentleman whose flesh has grown over his mouth.
Taft sat crosslegged on the bed, his back to the wall, a sagging24 newspaper spread from knee to knee. I took a chair by the door. The room seemed slightly more bare than it had the last time I'd visited. Perhaps there was one less chair now or something gone from the floor, a wastebasket or magazine rack.
Taft wore his dark glasses. We were silent for a time. He looked at the newspaper. I didn't experience any particular sense of tension in the room. Sooner or later one of us would say or do something. Then either or both of us would be in a position to decide exactly what had been said or done. I thought of going to stand by the window so that I might assess more clearly and from a somewhat greater altitude the relevant words or action. Then I realized that the very act of going to stand by the window would be the action itself, the selfsame action subject to interpretation25. Taft continued to look at the newspaper. I was getting annoyed at the direction of my thoughts. My eyes attempted to focus upon the room's precise geometric center—that fixed26 point equidistant from the four corners and midway between ceiling and floor. Then Taft's left shoulder twitched27 a bit, an involuntary shudder28, a minor29 quake in some gleaming arctic nerve. That faint break in basic structure was enough to alter every level of mood. It was all I could do to keep my lips from inching into a slight smile.
"A hundred thousand welcomes," he said.
"Thought I'd drop by."
"Come right in. Find a chair and make yourself right at home. I see you've already got a chair. If I'm not mistaken, you're already in the room and you're already seated."
"That's correct. I'm here and seated. What you see, in fact, is exactly what you think you see."
"We might as well begin then."
"Begin what?" I said.
"The dialogue. The exchange of words. The phrases and sentences."
"I don't really have anything to say, Taft. I just came by to visit. I like it here. It's a nice room. It appeals to me. I really like it. We don't have to talk unless you want to."
"I wouldn't mind talking. But what's there to talk about?"
"I was thinking the same thing when I came down the hall. That's why I say we don't have to talk unless you want to. Or unless I want to. One of us at any rate."
"I'm not very talkative, Gary. I go whole days without saying a word. Although there are times when I get the urge to babble30. No subject in particular. Just babble on. Any kind of talk just to talk. But I don't think this is one of my babbling31 times. So we may have to work at it. I mean what'll we talk about? If we can get together on what to talk about, I'd be willing to talk."
"So would I," I said.
"Should we think separately about possible subjects for conversation and then report back to each other? Or what? I'm open to suggestion."
"There's always the common ground. There's football. I'm sure there's something in the whole vast spectrum32 of football that we can discuss for a few minutes to our mutual33 profit. For instance, I might point out that time is flying right along. In three months, you know what— thwack, thwack, thwack. We'll have the pads on. We'll be hitting. Three months plus a few days."
"Spring practice," he said.
"Boosh, boosh, boosh. Thwack, thwack."
"There's not too much for me to say on the subject of spring practice, Gary."
"Why not?"
"I won't be there. I'm all through with football. I don't want to play football anymore."
"That's impossible. You can't be serious. What do you want to do if you don't want to play football?"
"I want to concentrate on my studies."
"Studies? Concentrate on what studies?"
"There are books in this room," he said. "I go to class every day. I think about things. I study. I read and formulate34. There's plenty to concentrate on. I'm instructing myself in certain disciplines."
"Taft, you can always fit it in. I mean it's football we're talking about. Nobody reads and studies all day long. You can easily make time for football. I mean it's not swimming or track or some kind of extracurricular thing we're talking about here. It's football. It's football, Taft."
"Great big game," he said. "I'm after small things. Tiny little things. Less of white father watching me run. Prefer to sit still."
He did a curious thing then: untied35 his shoelaces. I took a moment to scan the walls for taperemnants. Poster of Wittgenstein, I thought. Maybe that's what he'd had up there, or almost had. Dollar ninetyeight poster of philosopher surrounded by Vienna Circle. Two parts to that man's work. What is written. What is not written. The man himself seemed to favor second part. Perhaps Taft was a student of that part.
"You have to admit that football represents a tremendous opportunity," I said. "There's money at the end of all this. And what money can't buy."
"You mean the crowd."
"The everything," I said. "The sense of living an inner life right up against the external or tangible36 life. Of living close to your own skin. You know what I mean. Everything. The pattern. The morality."
"Maybe I crave37 the languid smoky dream," he said, slowly and softly, with barely evident selfdirected humor, dressing38 the words in black satin. "That's living close to yourself too. You talk about bringing the inside close to the outside. I'm talking about taking the whole big outside and dragging it in behind me. What's the word they use in northern parts of Africa for that stuff they smoke? Not that I'm planning any kind of holy weed mysticism. I'm too hard edged for that. But there are rewards in contemplation. A new way of life requires a new language."
"All right then, damn it. Money aside. Metaphysics aside. It becomes a question of pursuing whatever it is you do best. It's a damn shame to waste talent like yours. It almost goes against some tenuous39 kind of equilibrium40 or master plan. Some very carefully balanced natural mechanism41. I'm serious about that."
"If I don't play football, the bobcat will become extinct in Wyoming." "You're an athlete, Taft."
"So are you, Gary. But I'm not going to talk you out of quitting if you want to quit."
"As an athlete I have serious lapses42. I don't play football as much as drift in and out of cloud banks of action and noise. I'm not a onehundredpercentintheAmericangrain football player. I tend to draw back now and again in order to make minor discoveries that have no bearing on anything. I conduct spurious examinations. I bullshit myself."
"Gary, you're a credit to your race." He looked down at the newspaper. I took this as an indication that we had reached the end of the introductory phase. I went to the window and stretched. A twopart yawn elongated43 the faint reflection of my face. There was little movement to be seen on the campus. It wasn't quite dark yet. A man (perhaps a woman) stared at me from a window of the nearest building. It disturbed me that I couldn't be sure of the person's sex. It's always interesting to stand by a window and exchange looks with an unknown woman in another building. But in this case I couldn't be sure whether I was looking at a man or woman. Therefore it seemed dangerous to get interested. It was definitely much too delicate a matter to involve myself with at the present time. I went back to the chair and sat down. Hunched44 forward I studied my shoes. I thought of going down to the equipment room to check out the rumor45 about new uniforms. According to the rumor, the coaching staff had decided46 on a few slight design changes for next season's uniform. At this very moment people were probably crowding into Billy Mast's room or Randy King's room to talk about the rumor, to embellish47 it, to swim and play in it. I could go down to the equipment room, check things out, then rush up to Billy Mast's room with whatever information or misinformation I had managed to gather. Then we could all discuss it for an hour or so. I wondered whether the designation capt or cocapt would be included on my uniform below the right shoulder or above the number 44 on my back. I hoped the rumor turned out to be true. At the very least I hoped we'd get new headgear. I didn't like the old helmets much. I'd be satisfied with new headgear and with the designation cocapt above my number.
"Here's the way I have it figured," I said. "I have it figured that you came here because of Creed48, because he convinced you that he could make a complete football player out of you. Or more than that. It was more, wasn't it? There was something in Creed that appealed to you. Not appealed to you—hit you, struck you as being important. He conveyed some kind of message that caught you just right, the same message I got, the sense of some awful kind of honesty that might flow back and forth49 between you. There's something chilling about Creed. He seems always to be close to a horrible discovery about himself. He's one of those men who never stops suffering, am I right, and he takes you in on it. If you're in his presence at all, you're almost sure to perceive that he's in some kind of pain. He allows you to get fairly close to it, not all the way but fairly close. And this is what makes you trust him or at least relate to him if you're even slightly sensitive to the man's reality, to that awful honesty he conveys. Am I right or not?"
"I'd have to put that whole subject in historical perspective," Taft said.
"I'm anxious. I'm eager to hear it."
"When it became known that I was leaving Columbia, a whole bunch of people started coming around. An aggregation50. Just a whole bunch of them. Prospectors51. Canny52 little men. Appraisers. All with wrinkles around their eyes and friendly enough smiles that you could see them put the brakes to. They came from all over. They came from the swamps, from the mountains, from the plains, from the lakes. In ten days I heard every variation on every regional accent you can imagine. And it was football all the way. It was facilities, plant, tradition, pride, status. It was which conference is best. It was intersectional53 rivalry54 and postseason games. Those people could talk football for six hours straight, ten hours, one whole complete weekend. All but Creed. Those people were all the same, compilers of digits55, body counters. Friendly enough. But all in that area."
"Then Big Bend walked in."
"Creed was too much. He was part Satan, part Saint Francis or somebody. He offered nothing but work and pain. He'd whisper in my ear. He'd literally56 whisper things in my ear. He'd tell me he knew all the secrets but one—what it was like to be black. We'd teach each other. We'd work and struggle. At times he made it sound like some kind of epic57 battle, him against me, some kind of gigantomachy, two gods at war. Other times he'd sweettalk me—but not with prospects58 of glory. No, he'd tell me about the work, the pain, the sacrifice. What it might make of me. How I needed it. How I secretly wanted it. He was going to work me into the ground. He was going to teach me how to get past my own limits. Mind and body. He stressed that more than once. Mind and body. And it would be all work, pain, fury, sweat. No time for nonessential things. We would deny ourselves. We would get right down to the bottom of it. We would find out how much we could take. We would learn the secrets."
"He sold you on pain and sacrifice," I said. "You have to give the man credit for a novel approach. He knew his quarry59. He knew how to get you, Taft. No brothers down here. No sisters. No sporting press to record your magic. No cameras. He got you on pain. He knew just what he was doing. I give the man credit. He got you on selfdenial, on being alone, on geography."
"Don't make it sound so unnatural60, Gary. This place isn't as bad as all that. There are counterbalances of one kind or another."
"I know," I said. "I'm very aware of that. But tell me how it ended. Did you and Creed teach each other? Did you get down to the bottom of it? Does he know you're through with football?"
"I continue to instruct myself in certain disciplines. So in that sense I'm still working my way down to the bottom of it. Creed knows I'm not playing football anymore. He's known for quite a while. He said he was expecting it. I told him I knew he was. We were in that room of his. He's so inside himself, that man. I don't think he sees any need for mobility61. I mean whatever it is, it'll come to him. I think that's the way he sees it. It'll come or it won't. I doubt he cares very much. But I'm feeling better about things now that I'm through with football. It was time to cut it loose. I feel better every day."
"What did you teach each other?"
"That kind of question gets us into areas where it's hard to avoid sounding ridiculous. In short we taught each other nothing. That summarizes it pretty neatly, I think. And now it's almost time to face Mecca."
"You're staying here, I assume. Football or no football. There are so many arguments against this place that I assume you're staying."
"I've got this room fixed up just the way I want it."
"Of course. This room. Absolutely."
"I'm not being evasive, Gary. Or keeping traditional distances. I want you to take me literally. Everything I've said is to be taken literally. I've got this room fixed up just the way I want it. It's a wellproportioned room. It has just the right number of objects. Everything is exactly where it should be. It took me a long time to get it this way. Before I came here, I told Creed there was one condition. I room alone. I had to have that, I told him. I guess everybody thought they kept me separated in the name of racial sensitivity. But that wasn't it at all. It was my idea from the beginning. It was the only demand I ever made of Creed. I room alone."
"Two clocks," I said.
"Only a seeming excess. They correct each other. Between them, a balance is arrived at, a notion of how much space has to be reconstructed. Space meaning difference between disagreeing hands."
"Three gray pencils in an exmarmalade jar on a small, probably oak desk."
"A certain play of shapes. The words on the old marmalade jar. The fact that pencils diminish with use. Affinity62 of materials."
"A radio."
"The place where words are recycled. The place where villages are burned. That's my Indochina. I listen only at certain tunes63 of day for certain periods of time. When time's up, I bring it into silence. It's almost a ceremony."
"Small mark on wall left by tape."
"I believe in static forms of beauty," he said. "I like to measure off things and then let them remain. I try to create degrees of silence. Things in this room are simple and static. They're measured off carefully. When I change something slightly, everything changes. The change becomes immense. My life in here almost resembles a certain kind of dream. You know the way objects in dreams sometimes acquire massive significance. They resound64 somehow. It's easy to fear objects in dreams. It gets like that in here at times. I seem to grow smaller at times and the room appears almost to lengthen65. The spaces between objects become a little bit frightening. I like the colors in here, the way they never move, never change. The room tone changes though. There's a hum at times. There's a low roar. There's a kind of dumb brute66 chant. I think the room tone changes at different times of day. Sometimes it's oceanic and there's other times when it's just barely there, a sort of small pulse in an attic67. The radio is important in this regard. The kind of silence that follows the playing of the radio is never the same as the silence that precedes it. I use the radio in different ways. It becomes almost a spiritual exercise. Silence, words, silence, silence, silence."
"My roommate wets the bed," I said. "It's a little hard for me to evolve any kind of genuine stasis under the circumstances. Somehow pee is inimical to stasis. Although I wouldn't want to have to prove it phenomenologically, if that's the word I want."
"I can see your difficulty."
"What about books, Taft? How do they enter into the scheme? I have a problem in that regard. I like to read about mass destruction and suffering. I spend a lot of time reading stuff that concerns thermonuclear war and things that pertain68 to it. Horrible diseases, fires raging in the inner cities, crop failures, genetic69 chaos70, temperatures soaring and dropping, panic, looting, suicides, scorched71 bodies, arms torn off, millions dead. That kind of thing."
"I like to read about the ovens," Taft said.
"What do you mean, the ovens? Are you serious?"
"Atrocities72. I like to read about atrocities. I can't help it. I like to read about the ovens, the showers, the experiments, the teeth, the lampshades, the soap. I've read maybe thirty or forty books on the subject. But I Like kids best. Putting the torch to kids and their mamas. Smashing kids in the teeth with your rifle butt73. Laying waste to villages full of kids. Firing into ditches full of kids, infants, babies, so forth. That's my particular interest. Atrocities in general with special emphasis on kids."
"I can't bear reading about kids."
"I can't either, Gary."
"The thought of children being tortured and killed."
"It's the worst thing there is. I can't bear it. But I've read maybe eight books on it so far. Thirty or forty on the ovens and eight on the kids. It's horrible. I don't know why I keep reading that stuff."
"There must be something we can do," I said.
"It's getting to be time to turn toward Mecca. The black stone of Abraham sits in that shrine74 in old Mecca, the name of which I'll have to look up again because I keep forgetting it. Not that it matters. A name's a name. A place could just as easily be another place. Abraham was black. Did you know that? Mary the mother of Jesus was black. Rembrandt and Bach had some Masai blood. It's all in the history books if you look carefully enough. Tolstoy was threeeighths black. Euclid was sixfifths black. Not that it means anything. Not that any of it matters in the least. Lord, I think I'm beginning to babble."
He took off the dark glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose in true weariness. His eyes were shut. He began to laugh quietly into the newspaper between his knees, preparing in his own way for whatever religious act was scheduled to follow.
I went downstairs to see what I could find out about the rumor concerning new uniforms. There was nobody around and no sign of uniforms, new or old. I decided to walk over to Zapalac's office, which was located in a cinder-block structure only a hundred yards away. I didn't bother getting a coat. It wasn't very cold and I took my time walking over there. The building was full of small dark rooms, all unoccupied. The walls of Zapalac's office were covered with posters, printed slogans, various symbols of this or that movement. His scarf was there but he wasn't.
In my room at five o'clock the next morning I drank half a cup of lukewarm water. It was the last of food or drink I would take for many days. High fevers burned a thin straight channel through my brain. In the end they had to carry me to the infirmary and feed me through plastic tubes.
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