As I was taking my pants off I suddenly remembered what the bastard had told me. I looked at my cock and it looked just as innocent as ever. "Don't tell me you've got the syph," I said, holding it in my hand and squeezing it a bit as though I might see a bit of pus squirting out. No, I didn't think there was much chance of having the syph. I wasn't born under that kind of star. The clap, yes, that was possible. Everybody had the dap sometime or other. But not syph! I knew he'd wish it on me if he could, just to make me realize what suffering was. But I couldn't be bothered obliging him. I was born a dumb and lucky guy. I yawned. It was all so much god-damned limburger cheese that syph or no syph, I thought to myself, if she's up to it I'll tear off another piece and call it a day. But evidently she wasn't up to it. She was for turning her ass39 on me. So I just lay there with a stiff prick40 up against her ass and I gave it to her by mental telepathy. And by Jesus, she must have gotten the message sound asleep though she was, because it wasn't any trouble going in by the stable door and besides I didn't have to look at her face which was one hell of a relief. I thought to myself, as I gave her the last hook and whistle - "me lad it's limburger cheese and now you can turn over and snore ..."
It seemed as if it would go on forever, the sex and death chant. The very next afternoon at the office I received a telephone call from my wife saying that her friend Arline had just been taken to the insane asylum41. They were friends from the convent school in Canada where they had both studied music and the art of masturbation. I had met the whole flock of them little by little, including Sister Antolina who wore a truss and who apparently42 was the high priestess of the cult43 of Fonanism. They had all had a crush on Sister Antolina at one time or another. And Arline with the chocolate eclair mug wasn't the first of the little group to go to the insane asylum. I don't say it was masturbation that drove them there but certainly the atmosphere of the convent had something to do with it. They were all spoiled in the egg.
Before the afternoon was over my old friend MacGregor walked in. He arrived looking glum44 as usual and complaining about the advent45 of old age, though he was hardly past thirty. When I told him about Arline he seemed to liven up a bit. He said he always knew there was something wrong with her. Why? Because when he tried to force her one night she began to weep hysterically46. It wasn't the weeping so much as what she said. She said she had sinned against the Holy Ghost and for that she would have to lead a life of continence. Recalling the incident he began to laugh in his mirthless way. "I said to her -well you don't need to do it if you don't want... just hold it in your hand. Jesus, when I said that I thought she'd go clean off her nut. She said I was trying to soil her innocence47 - that's the way she put it. And at the same time she took it in her hand and she squeezed it so hard I damned near fainted. Weeping all the while, too. And still harping48 on the Holy Ghost and her 'innocence'. I remembered what you told me once and so I gave her a sound slap in the jaw49. It worked like magic. She quieted down after a bit, enough to let me slip it in, and then the real fun commenced. Listen, did you ever fuck a crazy woman? It's something to experience. From the instant I got it in she started talking a blue streak50. I can't describe it to you exactly, but it was almost as though she didn't know I was fucking her. Listen, I don't know whether you've ever had a woman eat an apple while you were doing it... well, you can imagine how that affects you. This one was a thousand times worse. It got on my nerves so that I began to think I was a little queer myself . . . And now here's something you'll hardly believe, but I'm telling you the truth. You know what she did when we got through? She put her arms around me and she thanked me ... Wait, that isn't all. Then she got out of bed and she knelt down and offered up a prayer for my soul. Jesus, I remember that so well. 'Please make Mac a better Christian51,' she said. And me lying there with a limp cock
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listening to her. I didn't know whether I was dreaming or what. 'Please make Mac a better Christian!' Can you beat that?
"What are you doing to-night?" he added cheerfully.
"Nothing special," I said.
"Then come along with me. I've got a gal52 I want you to meet..Paula,I picked her up at the Roseland a few nights ago. She's not crazy - she's just a nymphomaniac. I want to see you dance with her. It'll be a treat... just to watch you. Listen, if you don't shoot off in your pants when she starts wiggling, well then I'm a son of a bitch. Come on, close the joint54. What's the use of farting around in this place?"
There was a lot of time to kill before going to the Roseland so we went to a little hole in the wall over near Seventh Avenue. Before the war it was a French joint; now it was a speak-easy run by a couple of wops. There was a tiny bar near the door and in the back a little room with a sawdust floor and a slot machine for music. The idea was that we were to have a couple of drinks and then eat. That was the idea.Knowing him as I did, however, I wasn't at all sure that we would be going to the Roseland together. If a woman should come along who pleased his fancy - and for that she didn't have to be either beautiful or sound of wind and limb - I knew he'd leave me in the lurch55 and beat it. The only thing that concerned me, when I was with him, was to make sure in advance that he had enough money to pay for the drinks we ordered. And, of course, never to let him out of my sight until the drinks were paid for.
The first drink or two always plunged56 him into reminiscence. Reminiscences of cunt to be sure. His reminiscences were reminiscent of a story he had told me once and which made an indelible impression upon me. It was about a Scotchman on his deathbed. Just as he was about to pass away his wife, seeing him struggling to say something bends over him tenderly and says - "What is it. Jock, what is it ye're trying to say?" And Jock, with a last effort, raises himself wearily and says:
"Just cunt... cunt... cunt."
That was always the opening theme, and the ending theme, with MacGregor. It was his way of saying -futility.The leitmotif was disease, because between fucks, as it were, he worried his head off, or rather he worried the head off his cock. It was the most natural thing in the world, at the end of an evening, for him to say - "come on upstairs a minute, I want to show you my cock." From taking it out and looking at it and washing it and scrubbing it a dozen times a day naturally his cock was always swollen57 and inflamed58. Every now and then he went to the doctor and he had it sounded. Or, just to relieve him, the doctor would give him a little box of salve and tell him not to drink so much. This would cause no end of debate, because as he would say to me, "if the salve is any good why do I have to stop drinking?" Or, "if I stopped drinking altogether do you think I would need to use the salve?" Of course, whatever I recommended went in one ear and out the other. He had to worry about something and the penis was certainly good food for worry. Sometimes he worried about his scalp. He had dandruff, as most everybody has, and when his cock was in good condition he forgot about that and he worried about his scalp. Or else his chest. The moment he thought about his chest he would start to cough. And such coughing! As though he were in the last stages of consumption. And when he was running after a woman he was as nervous and irritable59 as a cat. He couldn't get her quickly enough. The moment he had her he was worrying about how to get rid of her. They all had something wrong with them, some trivial little thing, usually, which took the edge off his appetite.
He was rehearsing all this as we sat in the gloom of the back room. After a couple of drinks he got up, as usual, to go to the toilet, and on his way he dropped a coin in the slot machine and the jiggers began to jiggle and with that he perked60 up and pointing to the glasses he said: "Order another round!" He came back from the toilet looking extraordinarily61 complacent62, whether because he had relieved his bladder or because he had run into a girl in the hallway, I don't know. Anyhow, as he sat down, he started in on another tack63 - very composed now and very serene64, almost like a philosopher. "You know, Henry, we're getting on in years. You and I oughtn't to be frittering our time away like this. If we're ever going to amount to anything it's high time we started in..." I had been hearing this line for years now and I knew what the upshot would be. This was just a little parenthesis65 while he calmly glanced about the room and decided66 which bimbo was the least sottish-looking. While he discoursed67 about the miserable68 failure of our lives his feet were dancing and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. It would happen as it always happened, that just as he was saying - "Now you take Woodruff, for instance. He'll never get ahead because he's just a natural mean scrounging son of a bitch..." - just at such a moment, as I say it would happen that some drunken cow in passing the table would catch his eye and without the slightest pause he would interrupt his narrative69 to say "hello kid, why don't you sit down and have a drink with us?" And as a drunken bitch like that never travels alone, but always in pairs, why she'd respond with a "Certainly, can I bring my friend over?" And MacGregor, as though he were the most gallant70 chap in the world, would say "Why sure, why not? What's her name?" And then, tugging71 at my sleeve, he'd bend over and whisper:
"Don't you beat it on me, do you hear? We'll give 'em one drink and get rid of them, see?"
And, as it always happened, one drink led to another and the bill was getting too high and he couldn't see why he should waste his money on a couple of bums72 so you go out first, Henry, and pretend you're buying some medicine and I'll follow in a few minutes ... but wait for me, you son of a bitch, don't leave me in the lurch like you did the last time. And like I always did, when I got outside I walked away as fast as my legs would carry me, laughing to myself and thanking my lucky stars that I had gotten away from him as easily as I had. With all those drinks under my belt it didn't matter much where my feet were dragging me. Broadway lit up just as crazy as ever and the crowd thick as molasses. Just fling yourself into it like an ant and let yourself get pushed along. Everybody doing it, some for a good reason and some for no reason at all. All this push and movement representing action, success, get ahead. Stop and look at shoes or fancy shirts, the new fall overcoat, wedding rings at 98 cents a piece. Every other joint a food emporium.
Every time I hit that runway towards dinner hour a fever of expectancy73 seized me. It's only a stretch of a few blocks from Times Square to Fiftieth Street, and when one says Broadway that's all that's really meant and it's really nothing, just a chicken run and a lousy one at that, but at seven in the evening when everybody's rushing for a table there's a sort of electric crackle in the air and your hair stands on end like an antennae74 and if you're receptive you not only get every bash and flicker75 but you get the statistical76 itch53, the quid pro77 quoof the interactive78, interstitial, ectoplasmatic quantum of bodies jostling in space like the stars which compose the Milky79 Way, only this is the Gay White Way, the top of the world with no roof and not even a crack or a hole under your feet to fall through and say it's a lie. The absolute impersonality80 of it brings you to a pitch of warm human delirium81 which makes you run forward like a blind nag13 and wag your delirious82 ears. Every one is so utterly83, confoundedly not himself that you become automatically the personification of the whole human race, shaking hands with a thousand human hands, cackling with a thousand different human tongues, cursing, applauding, whistling, crooning, soliloquizing, orating, gesticulating, urinating, fecundating, wheedling84, cajoling, whimpering, bartering86, pimping, caterwauling, and so on and so forth87. You are all the men who ever lived up to Moses, and beyond that you are a woman buying a hat, or a bird cage, or just a mouse trap. You can lie in wait in a show-window, like a fourteen carat gold ring, or you can climb the side of a building like a human fly, but nothing will stop the procession, not even umbrellas flying at lightning speed, nor double-decked walruses88 marching calmly to the oyster89 banks. Broadway, such as I see it now and have seen it for twenty-five years, is a ramp90 that was conceived by St. Thomas Aquinas while he was yet in the womb. It was meant originally to be used only by snakes and lizards91, by the homed toad92 and the red heron, but when the great Spanish Armada was sunk the human kind wriggled93 out of the ketch and slopped over, creating by a sort of foul94, ignominious95 squirm and wiggle the cunt-like cleft96 that runs from the Battery south to the golf links north through the dead and wormy centre of Manhattan Island. From Times Square to Fiftieth Street all that St. Thomas Aquinas forgot to include in his magnum opus is here included, which is to say among other things, hamburger sandwiches, collar buttons, poodle dogs, slot machines, grey bowlers97, typewriter ribbons, oranges sticks, free toilets, sanitary98 napkins, mint jujubes, billiard balls, chopped onions, crinkled doylies, manholes, chewing gum, sidecars and sour-balls, cellophane, cord tyres, magnetos, horse liniment, cough drops, feenamint, and that feline99 opacity100 of the hysterically endowed eunuch who marches to the soda101 fountain with a sawed off shotgun between his legs. The before-dinner atmosphere, the blend of patchouli, warm pitchblende, iced electricity, sugared sweat and powdered urine drives one on to a fever of delirious expectancy. Christ will never more come down to earth nor will there be any law-giver, nor will murder cease nor theft, nor rape104, and yet... and yet one expects something, something terrifyingly marvellous and absurd, perhaps a cold lobster105 with mayonnaise served gratis106, perhaps an invention, like the electric light, like television, only more devastating107, more soul rending108, an invention unthinkable that will bring a shattering calm and void, not the calm and void of death but of life such as the monks109 dreamed, such as is dreamed still in the Himalayas, in Tibet, in Lahore, in the Aleutian Islands, in Polynesia, in Easter Island, the dream of men before the flood, before the word was written, the dream of cave men and anthropophagists, of those with double sex and short tails, of those who are said to be crazy and have no way of defending themselves because they are outnumbered by those who are not crazy. Cold energy trapped by cunning brutes110 and then set free like explosive rockets, wheels, intricately interwheeled to give the illusion of force and speed some for light, some for power, some for motion, words wired by maniacs111 and mounted like fake teeth, perfect, and repulsive112 as lepers, ingratiating, soft, slippery, nonsensical movement, vertical113, horizontal, circular, between walls and through walls, for pleasure, for barter85, for crime; for sex;
all light, movement, power impersonally114 conceived, generated, and distributed throughout a choked, cunt-like deft115 intended to dazzle and awe102 the savage116, the yokel117, the alien, but nobody dazzled or awed103, this one hungry, that one lecherous118, all one and the same and no different from the savage, the yokel, the alien, except for odds119 and ends, bric-a-brac, the soapsuds of thought, the sawdust of the mind. In the same cunty deft, trapped and undazzled, millions have walked before me, among them one, Blaise Cendrars, who afterwards flew to the moon, thence back to earth and up the Orinoco impersonating a wild man but actually sound as a button, though no longer vulnerable, no longer mortal, a splendiferous hulk of a poem dedicated120 to the archipelago of insomnia121. Of those with fever few hatched, among them myself still unhatched, but pervious and maculate, knowing with quiet ferocity the ennui122 of ceaseless drift and movement. Before dinner the slat and chink of sky light softly percolating123 through the boned grey dome124, the vagrant125 hemispheres spored126 with blue-egged nuclei127 coagulating, ramifying, in the one basket lobsters128, in the other the germination129 of a world antiseptically personal and absolute. Out of the manholes, grey with the underground life, men of the future world saturated130 with shit, the iced electricity biting into them like rats, the day done in and darkness coming on like the cool, refreshing131 shadows of the sewers132. Like a soft prick slipping out of an overheated cunt I, the still unhatched, making a few abortive133 wriggles134, but either not dead and soft enough or else sperm-free and skating ad astra, for it is still not dinner and a peristaltic frenzy135 takes possession of the upper colon136, the hypo-gastric region, the umbilical and the post-pineal lobe137. Boiled alive, the lobsters swim in ice, giving no quarter and asking no quarter, simply motionless and unmotivated in the ice-watered ennui of death, life drifting by the show-window muffled138 in desolation, a sorrowful scurvy139 eaten away by ptomaine, the frozen glass of the window cutting like a jack-knife, dean and no remainder.
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