My father fell mortally ill as a result of swearing off too abruptly9. All his life he had been a jolly hail fellow well met: he had put on a rather becoming paunch, his cheeks were well filled out and red as a beet10, his manners were easy and indolent, and he seemed destined11 to live on into a ripe old age, sound and healthy as a nut. But beneath this smooth and jolly exterior12 things were not at all well. His affairs were in bad shape, the debts were piling up, and already some of his older friends were beginning to drop him. My mother's attitude was what worried him most. She saw things in a black light and she took no trouble to conceal13 it. Now and then she became hysterical14 and went at him hammer and tongs15, swearing at him in the vilest16 language and smashing the dishes and threatening to run away for good. The upshot of it was that he arose one morning determined17 never to touch another drop. Nobody believed that he meant it seriously: there had been others in the family who swore off, who went on the water wagon18, as they used to say, but who quickly tumbled off again. No one in the family, and they had all tried at different times, had ever become a successful teetotaler. But my old rnan was different. Where or how he got the strength to maintain his resolution. God only knows. It seems incredible to me, because had I been in his boots myself I would have drunk myself to death. Not the old man, however. This was the first time in his life he had ever shown any resolution about anything. My mother was so astounded19 that, idiot that she was, she began to make fun of him, to quip him about his strength of will which had heretofore been so lamentably20 weak. Still he stuck to his guns. His drinking pals21 faded away rather quickly. In short, he soon found himself almost completely isolated22. That must have cut him to the quick, for before very many weeks had passed, he became deathly ill and a consultation23 was held. He recovered a bit, enough to get out of bed and walk about, but still a very sick man. He was supposed to be suffering from ulcers24 of the stomach, though nobody was quite sure exactly what ailed25 him. Everybody understood, however, that he had made a mistake in swearing off so abruptly. It was too late, however, to return to a temperate26 mode of living. His stomach was so weak that it wouldn't even hold a plate of soup. In a couple of months he was almost a skeleton. And old. He looked like Lazarus raised from the grave.
One day my mother took me aside and with tears in her eyes begged me to go visit the family doctor and learn the truth about my father's condition. Dr. Rausch had been the family physician for years. He was a typical "Dutchman" of the old school, rather weary and crochety now after years of practising and yet unable to tear himself completely away from his patients. In his stupid Teutonic way he tried to scare the less serious patients away, tried to argue them into health, as it were. When you walked into his office he didn't even bother to look up at you, but kept on writing or whatever it might be that he was doing while firing random28 questions at you in a perfunctory and insulting manner. He behaved so rudely, so suspiciously, that ridiculous as it may sound, it almost appeared as though he expected his patients to bring with them not only their ailments29, but the proof oftheir ailments. He made one feel that there was not only something wrong physically30 but that there was also something wrong mentally. "You only imagine it," was his favourite phrase which he flung out with a nasty, leering gibe31. Knowing him as I did, and detesting32 him heartily33, I came prepared, that is, with the laboratory analysis of my father's stool. I had also analysis of his urine in my overcoat pocket, should he demand further proof.
When I was a boy Dr. Rausch had shown some affection for me, but ever since the day I went to him with a dose of clap he had lost confidence in me and always showed a sour puss when I stuck my head through the door. Like father like son was his motto, and I was therefore not at all surprised when, instead of giving me the information which I demanded, he began to lecture me and the old man at the same time for our way of living. "You can't go against Nature," he said with a wry34, solemn face, not looking at me as he uttered the words but making some useless notation35 in his big ledger36. I walked quietly up to his desk, stood beside him a moment without making a sound, and then, when he looked up with his usual aggrieved37, irritated expression, I said - "I didn't come here for moral instruction ... I want to know what's the matter with my father." At this he jumped up and turning to me with his most severe look, he said, like the stupid, brutal38 Dutchman that he was: "Your father hasn't a chance of recovering; he'll be dead in less than six months." I said "Thank you, that's all I wanted to know," and I made for the door. Then, as though he felt that he had committed a blunder, he strode after me heavily and, putting his hand on my shoulder, he tried to modify the statement by hemming39 and hawing and saying I don't mean that it is absolutely certain he will die, etc., which I cut short by opening the door and yelling at him, at the top of my lungs, so that his patients in the anteroom would hear it - "I think you're a goddamned old fart and I hope you croak40, good-night!"
When I got home I modified the doctor's report somewhat by saying that my father's condition was very serious but that if he took good care of himself he would pull through all right. This seemed to cheer the old man up considerably41. Of his own accord he took to a diet of milk and Zwieback which, whether it was the best thing or not, certainly did himno harm. He remained a sort of semi-invalid for about a year, becoming more and more calm inwardly as time went on and apparently42 determined to let nothing, disturb his peace of mind, nothing, no matter if everything went to hell. As he grew stronger he took to making a daily promenade43 to the cemetery44 which was nearby. There he would sit on a bench in the sun and watch the old people potter around the graves. The proximity45 to the grave, instead of rendering46 him morbid47, seemed to cheer him up. He seemed, if anything, to have become reconciled to the idea of eventual48 death, a fact which no doubt he had heretofore refused to look in the face. Often he came home with flowers which he had picked in the cemetery, his face beaming with a quiet serene49 joy, and seating himself in the armchair he would recount the conversation which he had had that morning with one of the other valetudinarians who frequented the cemetery. It was obvious after a time that he was really enjoying his sequestration, or rather not just enjoying it, but profiting deeply from the experience in a way that was beyond my mother's intelligence to fathom50. He was getting lazy, was the way she expressed it. Sometimes she put it even more extremely, tapping her head with her forefinger51 as she spoke52 of him, but not saying anything overfly because of my sister who was without question a little wrong in the head.
And then one day, through the courtesy of an old widow who used to visit her son's grave every day and was, as my mother would say, "religious" he made the acquaintance of a minister belonging to one of the neighbouring churches. This was a momentous53 event in the old man's life. Suddenly he blossomed forth54 and that little sponge of a soul which had almost atrophied55 through lack of nourishment56 took on such astounding57 proportions that he was almost unrecognizable. The man who was responsible for this extraordinary change in the old man was in no way unusual himself; he was a Congregationalist minister attached to a modest little parish which adjoined our neighbour-hood. His one virtue58 was that he kept his religion in the background. The old man quickly fell into a sort of boyish idolatry; he talked of nothing but this minister whom he considered his friend. As he had never looked at the Bible in his life, nor any other book for that matter, it was rather startling, to say the least, to hear him say a little prayer before eating. He performed this little ceremony in a strange way, much the way one takes a tonic27, for example. If he recommended me to read a certain chapter of the Bible he would add very seriously - "it will do you good." It was a new medicine which he had discovered, a sort of quack59 remedy which was guaranteed to cure all ills and which one might even take if he had no ills, because in any case it could certainly do no harm. He attended all the services, all the functions which were held at the church, and between times, when out for a stroll, for example, he would stop off at the minister's home and have a little chat with him. If the minister said that the president was a good soul and should be re-elected the old man would repeat to every one exactly what the minister had said and urge them to vote for the president's re-election. Whatever the minister said was right and just and nobody could gainsay60 him. There's no doubt that it was an education for the old man. If the minister had mentioned the pyramids in the course of his sermon the old man immediately began to inform himself about the pyramids. He would talk about the pyramids as though every one owed it to himself to become acquainted with the subject. The minister had said that the pyramids were one of the crowning glories of man, ergo not to know about the pyramids was to be disgracefully ignorant, almost sinful. Fortunately the minister didn't dwell much on the subject of sin: he was of the modem61 type of preacher who prevailed on his flock more by arousing their curiosity than by appealing to their conscience. His sermons were more like a night school extension course and for such as the old man, therefore, highly entertaining and stimulating62. Every now and then the male members of the congregation were invited to a little blow-out which was intended to demonstrate that the good pastor was just an ordinary man like themselves and could, on occasion, enjoy a hearty63 meal and even a glass of beer. Moreover it was observed that he even sang - not religious hymns64, but jolly little songs of the popular variety. Putting two and two together one might even infer from such jolly behaviour that now and then he enjoyed getting a little piece of tail - always in moderation, to be sure. That was the word that was balsam to the old man's lacerated soul - "moderation". It was like discovering a new sign in the zodiac. And though he was still too ill to attempt a return to even a moderate way of living, nevertheless it did his soul good. And so, when Uncle Ned, who was continually going on the water-waggon and continually falling off it again, came round to the house one evening the old man delivered him a little lecture on the virtue of moderation. Uncle Ned was, at that moment, onthe water-waggon and so, when the old man, moved by his own words, suddenly went to the sideboard to fetch a decanter of wine every one was shocked. No one had ever dared invite Uncle Ned to drink when he had sworn off; to venture such a thing constituted a serious breach65 of loyalty66. But the old man did it with such conviction that no one could take offence, and the result was that Uncle Ned took a small glass of wine and went home that evening without stopping off at a saloon to quench67 his thirst. It was an extraordinary happening and there was much talk about it for days after. In fact. Uncle Ned began to act a bit queer from that day on. It seems that he went the next day to the wine store and bought a bottle of Sherry which he emptied into the decanter. He placed the decanter on the sideboard, just as he had seen the old man do, and, instead of polishing it off in one swoop68, he contented69 himself with a glassful at a time - "just a thimbleful", as he put it. His behaviour was so remarkable70 that my aunt, who was unable to quite believe her eyes, came one day to the house and held a long conversation with the old man. She asked him, among other things, to invite the minister to the house some evening so that Uncle Ned might have the opportunity of falling under his beneficient influence. The long and short of it was ±at Ned was soon taken into the fold and, like the old man, seemed to be thriving under the experience. Things went fine until the day of the picnic.
That day, unfortunately, was an unusually warm day and, what with the games, the excitement, the hilarity71. Uncle Ned developed an extraordinary thirst. It was not until he was three sheets to the wind that some one observed the regularity72 and the frequency with which he was running to the beer keg. It was then too late. Once in that condition he was unmanageable. Even the minister could do nothing with him. Ned broke away from the picnic quietly and went on a little rampage which lasted for three days and nights. Perhaps it would have lasted longer had he not gotten into a fist fight down at the waterfront where he was found lying unconscious by the night watchman. He was taken to the hospital with a concussion73 of the brain from which he never recovered. Returning from the funeral the old man said with a dry eye - "Ned didn't know what it was to be temperate. It was his own fault. Anyway, he's better off now ..."
And as though to prove to the minister that he was not made of the same stuff as Uncle Ned he became even more assiduous in his churchly duties. He had gotten himself promoted to the position of "elder", an office of which he was extremely proud and by grace of which he was permitted during the Sunday services to aid in taking up the collection. To think of my old man marching up the aisle74 of a Congregationalist church with a collection box in his hand; to think of him standing75 reverently76 before the altar with this collection box while the minister blessed the offering, seems to me now something so incredible that I scarcely know what to say of it. I like to think, by contrast, of the man he was when I was just a kid and I would meet him at the ferry house of a Saturday noon. Surrounding the entrance to the ferry house there were then three saloons which of a Saturday noon were filled with men who had stopped off for a little bite at the free lunch counter and a schooner77 of beer. I can see the old man, as he stood in his thirtieth year, a healthy, genial78 soul with a smile for every one and a pleasant quip to pass the time of day, see him with his arm resting on the bar, his straw hat tipped on the back of his head, his left hand raised to down the foaming79 suds. My eye was then on about a level with his heavy gold chain which was spread cross-wise over his vest; I remember the shepherd plaid suit which he wore in mid-summer and the distinction it gave him among the other men at the bar who were not lucky enough to have been born tailors. I remember the way he would dip his hand into the big glass bowl on the free lunch counter and hand me a few pretzels, saying at the same time that I ought to go and have a look at the scoreboard in the window of the Brooklyn Times nearby. And, perhaps, as I ran out of the saloon to see who was winning a string of cyclists would pass close to the curb80, holding to the little strip of asphalt which had been laid down expressly for them. Perhaps the ferry-boat was just coming into the dock and I would stop a moment to watch the men in uniform as they pulled away at the big wooden wheels to which the chains were attached. As the gates were thrown open and the planks81 laid down a mob would rush through the shed and make for the saloons which adorned82 the nearest comers. Those were the days when the old man knew the meaning of "moderation", when he drank because he was truly thirsty, and to down a schooner of beer by the ferry house was a man's prerogative83. Then it was as Melville has so well said: "Feed all things with food convenient for them - that is, if the food be procurable84. The food of thy soul is light and space; feed it then on light and space. But the food of the body is champagne85 and oysters86; feed it then on champagne and oysters; and so shall it merit a joyful87 resurrection, if there is any to be." Yes, then it seems to me that the old man's soul had not yet shrivelled up, that it was endlessly bounded by light and space and that his body, heedless of the resurrection, was feeding on all that was convenient and procurable - if not champagne and oysters, at least good lager beer and pretzels. Then his body had not been condemned88, nor his way of living, nor his absence of faith. Nor was he yet surrounded by vultures, but only by good comrades, ordinary mortals like himself who looked neither high nor low but straight ahead, the eye always fixed89 on the horizon and content with the sight thereof.
And now, as a battered90 wreck91, he has made himself into an elder of the church and he stands before the altar, grey and bent92 and withered93, while the minister gives his blessing94 to the measly collection which will go to make a new bowling95 alley96. Perhaps it was necessary for him to experience the birth of the soul, to feed this sponge-like growth with that light and space which the Congregational church offered. But what a poor substitute for a man who had known the joys of that food which the body craved97 and which, without the pangs98 of conscience, had flooded even his sponge-like soul with a light and space that was ungodly but radiant and terrestrial. I think again of his seemly little "corporation" over which the thick gold chain was strung and I think that with that death of his paunch there was left to survive only the sponge of a soul, a sort of appendix to his own bodily death. I think of the minister who had swallowed him up as a sort of inhuman99 sponge-eater, the keeper of a wigwam hung with spiritual scalps. I think of what subsequently ensued as a kind of tragedy in sponges, for though he promised light and space, no sooner had he passed out of my father's life than the whole airy edifice100 came tumbling down.
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