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| Clellan looked sullenly at Hearn's feet"You're... |
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| Clellan looked sullenly at Hearn's feet"You're tracking it up, Lieutenant," he said
Hearn stared at the muddy marks his shoes had left"I'm sorry, Clellan," he said
"It's a lot of work, Lieutenant
Hearn's temper flared"Clellan, you don't work so hard
"Cain't say as any of us do," Clellan drawled
Well, what the hell! All right, he had deserved that answerHearn turned away again, examined the map boardThe cover was draped smoothly over it, and the red and blue pencils at its base had been sharpened and separated into their compartmentsHe walked about, opening the General's foot locker to see that his clothing was stacked gucci taske tidily, sat down before the General's desk to open the drawers and inspect the insidesSearching for dust, he trailed his fingers under the ledgeHearn grunted with distaste and stood up to inspect the rain ditch that ran around the tentClellan had already removed the silt from the night's rain, and the ditch was clean with new soil
"Yes?"
"Everything seems okay today except the flowers
"I'll tell you, Lieutenant," Clellan said flatly, "it don't seem to me as if the General cares much about having flowers
Hearn shook his head
Clellan remained still"Yestiday, General said to me, 'Clellan, whose idea is those damn flowers gucci watches for women anyway?' I told him I didn't know, but I said I 'spected it was yours
"The General said that?" Hearn was amused and then furiousThe sonofabitch! He lit a cigarette, and exhaled it slowly"Suppose you change the flowers, ClellanI happen to be the one who hears the complaints
"Lieutenant, I pass the General maybe ten times a dayI reckon he'd say something to me if he figgered I wasn't doin' it right
"You'll just have to take my word for it, Clellan
Clellan pursed his lips, flushed a littleHe was obviously angry"Lieutenant, you just want to remember that the General's a man, he's no better than you or me, and there's no black spy bag sense in being afraid of him
That was about enoughHe'd be damned if he'd stand around arguing with ClellanHearn started to walk out of the tent"Just get those flowers, Clellan," he said coldly before he stepped out
Disgusting, humiliatingHearn stared morosely at the raw cropped earth of the bivouac as he walked over to officers' mess for breakfastThat sort of thing could go on for a year or two, a daily and nasty piece of business to be taken each morning on an empty stomachClellan of course would love itEvery retort Clellan could get away with would be just so much grist to his self-esteem, and any time he would be rebuked omega de ville men's watches he could generate the satisfying hatred of the underdogThere were angles to being an enlisted manHearn kicked a pebble with his foot
Lo, the poor officers! Hearn grinned at himself, and waved to Mantelli, who was also approaching officers' mess
Mantelli cut over to him, and clapped him on the back"Keep away from poppa today
"What's the matter?"
"Last night we got a Lonely Hearts from corpsThey told Cummings to get his ass in gearJesus! He'll be having me leading headquarters company in a charge Mantelli took out his cigar and extended it forward like a spear
"All you're good for is charging a chow line
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| "You know that Croft," Polack said to Wyman,... |
06-10-2010 |
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"You know that Croft," Polack said to Wyman, "he's an idealist, that's what the fug he is The big word pleased him for a moment and then was lost in the labor of scrambling up the burning clay floor of the ravineHe'd have to pump Martinez
Wyman could see the Lieutenant againA process which had been working in him since the ambush came to a focusBefore he could think, for he was very afraid of Polack's derision, he mumbled, "Listen, Polack, you think there's a God?"
Polack grinned, worked his hands under his pack straps to ease the chafing"If there is, he sure is a sonofabitch
"Oh, don't say that
Painfully, the platoon continued to ascend the ravine
The Time Machine:
POLACK CZIENWICZ
GIMME A GIMMICK AND I'LL MOVE THE WORLD
The lewd mobile mouth, the three upper cartier must 21 teeth missing on the left side of his faceperhaps twenty-one years old, but his eyes were shrewd, bawdy, and when he laughed his skin was wizened and tough like the skin of a middle-aged manWith his hooked broken nose, his long pointed jaw, which slanted back to his receded gums, Minetta thought he looked like a cartoon of Uncle SamYet he felt uncomfortable with him; secretly he was afraid to match his knowledge against Polack's
The lock on the downstairs door is broken of course, and the mailboxes have been looted long ago; the hinges that remain are rusting offIt smells like a urinal in the hallway; the dirty tile of the entrance has absorbed the odors of the leaking pipes, the cabbage and garlic, the grease traps in the plumbing, which no longer workOn your way up the stairs louis vuitton neo cabby you must lean toward the wall, for the banister is broken and yaws over undependably like the carcass of a ship rotting on the sandsIn the gray angles where the walls meet the floor you can watch the mice ambling through the dust, the pure and erratic motion of the cockroaches out for a stroll
The air shaft that connects the bathrooms from floor to floor is filling up with trash and an occasional discharge of garbageWhen it reaches the second story the janitor will set fire to it
Improvised incinerator
The house is exactly like every other one on the block and the square mile surrounding it
Casimir ("Polack") Czienwicz, age of nine, wakes up in the morning and scratches his head, sits up on the pile of quilting spread out upon the floor, and looks at the stove in the center of ladies omega watches the room, which has gone outThere are three other children besides himself sleeping there, and he rolls over, pretends he is still asleepSoon his sister Mary will be waking, moving about and dressing, and he wants to watch her
Outside the wind is begging against the windowpanes, slinking between the cracks to slide freely along the floor
Jesus, it's cold, he mutters to his brother sleeping beside him
She up yet? (The brother is elevenHe holds his finger against his lips
Mary rises shivering, pokes at the stove abstractedly, and pulls her cotton slip down about her shoulders, letting the nightgown fall as the slip travels down her bodyThe two boys catch a glimpse of bare flesh, giggle quietly in their beds
What are you looking at, Steve? she shouts
Haw, I saw ya, I saw ya
He gucci clearance has put out his hand to stop Steve too lateCasimir shakes his head in disgust, mature disgustWha'd ya go and do that for, now ya ruined it
Steve takes a poke at him, but Casimir has ducked, is darting about the room, avoiding himStop it, Steve, Mary screams
Cut it out, cut it out, Polack yells
The father, a huge heavy man, has come in from the other room, wearing only his pantsYou kids stop it, he shouts in PolishSeeing Steve he cuffs himDon't look at the girl
Casimir did it first
I di'n't, I di'n't
Leave Casimir aloneHe cuffs Steve again, his hands still smelling from the cattle blood in the stockyards
I'll get ya, Steve whispers laterBut Casimir grins to himselfHe knows Steve will forget, and if he doesn't there will be a way to escape
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| Red looked at his face; Croft's mouth and eyes... |
06-09-2010 |
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| Red looked at his face; Croft's mouth and eyes were expressionless but there was a poise and tension about his entire body which was imperativeRed crouched and moved up beside himWhen the three of them were together, Croft held his finger to his mouth, and then pointed through a break in the foliage beside the trailAbout twenty-five yards away there was a tiny hollowIt was actually no more than a small clearing, encircled by jungle, but in the middle of it three Japanese soldiers were sprawled on the ground, resting with their heads on their packs, and a fourth soldier was sitting beside them with his rifle across his lap, his chin resting on his handCroft looked at them for a long tense second, and then stared fiercely at Red and GallagherHis jaw had tightened, and a small lump of cartilage beneath his ear quivered once or twiceVery carefully, he slipped off his pack board and laid it noiselessly on the ground
"We can't get through that brush without 925 tiffany's necklace making a noise," he whispered almost soundlessly"Ah'm gonna throjw a grenade, and then we all rush togetherY'understand?"
They nodded dumbly, stripping their packsThen Red peered through the yards of brush that separated them from the drawIf the grenade failed to kill the Japs, all three of them would be exposed as they went charging through the brushActually he hardly thought of this; he rebelled against everything in the situationHe always had a similar reaction when he knew he would be in combat in a few secondsIt always seemed impossible he would move or fire his gun, expose his life, and yet he always advancedRed was feeling now the anger that always followed this, a rage at his desire to avoid the moment to comeI'm as good as any man jack, he told himself numblyHe looked at Gallagher, whose face was white, and Red felt a surprising contempt although he knew that he was himself equally frightenedCroft's nostrils had dilated, and the pupils of his eyes chanel white purse looked cold and very black; Red hated him because Croft could enjoy this
Croft slipped a grenade out of his belt, and pulled the safety pinRed looked through the foliage again and stared at the backs of the Japanese soldiersHe could see the face of the man who was sitting up, and it added to the unreality; he felt as though something were choking himThe Japanese soldier had a pleasant bland face with wide temples and a heavy jaw; he looked cow-like and his thick hands appeared sturdy and callousedRed had for a moment an odd detached pleasure, quite incongruous, which stemmed from the knowledge that he was unobservedAnd yet all of this was mixed with dread, and the certainty that none of it was realHe could not believe that in a few seconds the soldier with the broad pleasant face was going to die
Croft opened his fingers, and the handle of the grenade snapped off and spun a few feet awayThe fuse in the grenade popped, and a sputtering noise destroyed the pink vuitton bag silenceThe Japanese heard it, sprang to their feet with sudden cries, and moved a few steps uncertainly back and forth in the tiny circle of the drawRed watched the expression of terror on one soldier's face, heard the sizzling of the grenade, the sound mixing with the ringing in his ears and the pounding of his heart, and then dropped to the ground as Croft lofted the grenade into the drawRed grasped his tommy gun and stared intently at a blade of grassHe had time before the grenade exploded to wish he had cleaned his gun that morningHe heard a terrifying shriek, thought once of the soldier with the broad face, and then found himself afoot, crashing and stumbling through the brush
The three of them halted on the edge of the draw and looked downAll four of the Japanese soldiers were lying motionless in the trampled kunai grassCroft gazed at them and spat softly"Go down and take a look," he told Red
Red slid down the bank to the gully where the bodies lay buy chanel bags sprawledHe could tell at a glance that two of the men were certainly dead; one of them reposed on his back with his hands clawed over the bloody mash of what had once been his face, and the other was crumpled on his side with a great rent in his chestThe other two men had fallen on their stomachs and he could see no wounds
"Finish them off," Croft shouted down to him
"Finish them off
Red felt a pulse of angerIf it'd been anyone else but me, the bastard would have done it himself, he thoughtHe stood over one of the motionless bodies, and brought the sights of his tommy gun to bear on the back of the soldier's headHe took a little breath, and then fired a burstHe felt nothing except the rising quivering motion of the gun in his handsAfter he had fired, he noticed that it was the soldier who had been sitting with his rifle across his thighsThere was an instant in which he hovered on the lip of an intense anxiety, but he repressed it and strode over to the last vintage tank watch sol |
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| "What, are you jokers bitching already?" Hearn... |
06-08-2010 |
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| "What, are you jokers bitching already?" Hearn said
"Have a heart, Lieutenant," Minetta called out
"If we don't make it today, we'll just have to do it tomorrow," Hearn saidHe found himself slightly annoyed"Anything you care to tell them, Sergeant?"
"Yes, sir Croft stared at them, fingering the sodden collar of his fatigue shirt"I want all you men to remember where the trail isYou can line it up by those three rocks over there, or by that little ol' tree that's bent in half, an' if for any reason one of you troopers gets lost, you wanta remember what these hills look like, so's when you head south and reach the stream, you'll know whether to turn right or left He paused and readjusted a grenade in his belt"From now on we're gonna be in open country, an' you gotta keep patrol disciplineI don't want any goddam yelling or messing around, and you damn sure better keep your eyes openWhen we cross a ridge-line we do it fast and lowIf you're gonna walk like a bunch of sheep you'll be ambushed He louis vuitton neo fingered his chin"I don' know if we're gonna make ten miles or two 'cause you can't tell ahead of time, but we're damn sure gonna do it right, I don't care what distance There was a low murmur from the men, and Hearn flushed slightlyCroft had virtually contradicted him
"All right, men, let's go," he said sharplyThey started off in a long loose column, plodding forward wearilyThe tropical sun glared on them, reflected from every blade of grass, and dazzled their eyesThe heat made them sweat profusely; their uniforms, which had been wet first by the spray of the boat, had been unable to dry for almost twenty-four hours, and the cloth stuck dankly to their bodiesThe sweat ran into their eyes and smarted, the sun burned on their fatigue caps, the high kunai grass lashed against their faces, and the unending hills absorbed their sinewsTheir hearts would pound as they toiled up a hill, and they would sob with exertion, their faces burning with feverAn intense pendant silence had settled over the prada bags cheap hills, become ominous at last in its depth and pervasivenessThe men had not thought about the Japanese at all while they were in the jungle; the denseness of the brush, the cruelty of the river, had absorbed all their attentionThe last thing they had considered was an ambush
But now in the great open quiet of the hills they felt a constraint and fear even through their fatigueThe hills stared down on them when they were in a valley, and in crossing a ridge-line the contrast rendered them naked, as though they could be seen for milesThe country was beautiful; the hills were tinted a canary yellow, and spread about them in an unending run of broad smooth curves, but the men did not appreciate the beautyThey had the isolation, the insignificance of insects traversing an endless beach
They walked for a mile across a deep flat valley, and the sun blazed on themThe kunai grass grew to terrifying heightsOn the plain each blade of grass was an inch wide and many feet highSometimes they would trudge for a dolce |
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| He was obviously searching for speech like a... |
06-07-2010 |
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| He was obviously searching for speech like a player who has dropped a ball and runs in frantic circles trying to locate itWhen he spoke it would be terribleEven Webber had stopped eating
"Gentlemen, please!"
It was the General calling across the length of the tent"I won't have any more of this
It silenced them all, cast a hush through the tent in which even the clacking of the tableware was muted, and then the reaction set in with a chorus of whispers and small exclamations, an uncomfortable self-conscious return to the food before themHearn was furious with himself, disgusted by the relief he had felt when the General intervened
Beneath the surface of his thoughts he had known, he realized now, that the General would protect him, and an old confused emotion caught him again, resentment and yet something else, something not so genuine
Conn, Dalleson and Hobart were glaring at him, a trio of ferocious marionettesHe brought his spoon up, champed at the remote sweet pulp of the canned peach which mingled so imperfectly with the nervous bile in his throat, the hot sour chloe bag bay turmoil of his stomachAfter a moment he clanked the spoon down, and sat staring at the tableConn and Dalleson were talking self-consciously now like people who know they are being listened to by strangers on a bus or trainHe heard a fragment or two, something about their work for the afternoon
At least Conn would be having indigestion too
The General stood up quietly, and walked out of the tentIt gave permission for the rest of them to leaveConn's eyes met Hearn's for a moment and they both looked away in embarrassmentAfter a minute or so, Hearn slid off the bench, and strolled outsideHis clothing was completely wet, the air caressing against it like cool water
He lit a cigarette and strolled irritably through the bivouac, halting when he reached the barbed wire, and then pacing back underneath the coconut trees, staring morosely at the scattered clusters of dark-green pup tentsWhen he had completed the circuit, he clambered down the bluff that led to the beach, and walked along through the sand, kicking abstractedly at pieces of discarded equipment still left from invasion dayA shop prada handbags few trucks motored by, and a detail of men shuffled in file through the sand carrying shovels against their shouldersOut in the water a few freighters were anchored, yawing lazily in the midday heatOver to his left a landing craft was approaching a supply dump
Hearn finished the cigarette and nodded curtly to an officer passing byThe nod was returned, but after a doubtful pauseHe was going to be in for it now, there was no getting away from thatConn was a bloody fool, but he had been a bigger assIt was the old pattern; when he could take something no longer he flared up, but that was weakness in itselfAnd yet he could not bear this continual paradox in which he and the other officers livedIt had been different in the States; the messes were separate, the living quarters were separate, and if you made a mistake it didn't countBut out here, they slept in cots a few feet away from men who slept on the ground; they were served meals, bad enough in themselves, but nevertheless served on plates while the others ate on their haunches after standing in line in the sunIt was even more chloe bags paddington than that; ten miles away men were being killed, and that had different moral demands than when men were killed three thousand miles awayNo matter how many times he might walk through the bivouac area, the feeling was thereThe ugly green of the jungle beginning just a few yards beyond the barbed wire, the delicate traceries of the coconut trees against the sky, the sick yellow pulpy look of everything; all of them combined to feed his disgustHe trudged up the bluff again, and stood looking about the area at the scattered array of big tents and little ones, at the trucks and jeeps clustered together in the motor pool, the file of soldiers in green sloppy fatigues still filing through for chowMen had had time to clear the ground of the worst bushes and roots, to establish a few grudged yards out of the appalling rifeness of the terrainBut up ahead, bedded down in the jungle, the front-line troops could not clear it away because they did not halt more than a day or two, and it would be dangerous to expose themselvesThey slept with mud and insects and worms while the officers bitched louis vuitton mahina because there were no paper napkins and the chow could stand improvement
There was a kind of guilt in being an officerThey had all felt it in the beginning; out of OCS the privileges had been uncomfortable at first, but it was a convenient thing to forget, and there were always the good textbook reasons, good enough to convince yourself if you wanted to be quit of itOnly a few of them still kicked the idea of guilt around in their heads
The guilt of birth perhaps
There was such a thing in the ArmyIt was subtle, there were so many exceptions that it could be called no more than a trend, and yet it was thereHe, himself: rich father, rich college, good jobs, no hardship which he had not assumed himself; he fulfilled it, and many of his friends did tooIt was not true so much for the ones he had known at collegeThey were 4-F, or enlisted men, or majors in the Air Corps, or top-secret work in Washington or even in CO camps, but all the men he had known in prep school were now ensigns or lieutenantsA class of men born to wealth, accustomed to obediencebut that made it incorrect discount tiffany's necklace alre |
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| If there had been no one in the tent, he might... |
06-06-2010 |
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| If there had been no one in the tent, he might have walked over and lifted the blanketThat's the guy with the hole in his chest, he told himselfHow do they expect a guy to stay here, after some poor Joe died right next to you? A touch of horror welled in him; he felt a little sickThe sedative had left him with an acute headache, and his stomach was raw, his limbs achedOh, Jeez, I got to get out of here
Two orderlies came in, placed the dead man on a stretcher, and carried him out of the tentNone of the patients said anything, but Minetta found himself still looking at the vacant cotI can't take another night like last oneA sour fluid retched tiffany jewelry wholesale from his stomach into his mouth, and he swallowed it automatically
When his breakfast came, he was unable to touch itHe sat there musing; he knew he could not bear another day in the hospitalHe wished he was back with the platoonAnything to get out of here
The doctor came, and Minetta watched him quietly while he stripped the bandages from his legThe cut was entirely healed except for the line of pink new flesh; the doctor smeared a red antiseptic over it, and did not replace the bandagesMinetta's heart was beating rapidlyHis head felt hollow and quivering
The sound of his voice surprised him"Hey, doc, when am I gonna get out?"
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| His body ached with the effort of holding RothGo... |
06-05-2010 |
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| His body ached with the effort of holding RothGo 'way!"
Roth heard himself sobbingHe was dimly aware that most of the platoon had gathered around, were looking at himBut this had no effect; it gave him an odd bitter pleasure to have the others see him, an exaltation compounded of shame and fatigue
Nothing more could happen after thisLet them see him weeping, let them know for one more time that he was the poorest man in the platoonIt was the only way he could find recognitionAfter so much anonymity, so much ridicule, this was almost better
Gallagher was tugging at his shoulder again"Go 'way, I can't get up," Roth bawled
Gallagher shook him, feeling a compound of disgust and pityEvery muscle fiber demanded that he lie down beside RothEach time he drew a breath the agony and tiffany jewellery nausea in his chest made him feel like weeping tooIf Roth didn't get up, he knew he also would collapse
"Get up, Roth!"
"I can't
Gallagher grasped him under the armpits and tried to lift himThe dead resisting weight was enragingHe dropped Roth and clouted him across the back of his head"Get up, you Jew bastard!"
The blow, the word itself, stirred him like an electric chargeRoth felt himself getting to his feet, stumbling forwardIt was the first time anyone had ever sworn at him that way, and it opened new vistas of failure and defeatIt wasn't bad enough that they judged him for his own faults, his own incapacities; now they included him in all the faults of a religion he didn't believe in, a race which didn't exist"Hitlerism, race theories," he mutteredHe was staggering louis vuitton taschen forward dumbly, trying to absorb the shockWhy did they call him that, why didn't they see it wasn't his fault?
And there was something else workingAll the protective devices, the sustaining fa?ades of his life had been eroding slowly in the caustic air of the platoon; his exhaustion had pulled out the props, and Gallagher's blow had toppled the rest of the edificeHe was naked another way nowHe rebelled against it, was frustrated that he could not speak to them and explain it awayIt's ridiculous, thought Roth in the core of his brain, it's not a race, it's not a nationIf you don't believe in the religion, then why are you one? This was the prop that had collapsed, and even through his exhaustion he understood something Goldstein had always knownHis own actions would be expanded chanel black wallet from now onPeople would not only dislike him, but they would make the ink a little darker on the labelA saving anger, a magnificent anger came to his aidFor the first time in his life he was genuinely furious, and the anger excited his body, drove him on for a hundred yards, and then another hundred yards, and still anotherHis head smarted where Gallagher had struck him, his body tottered, but if they had not been marching he might have flung himself at the men, fought them until he was unconsciousNothing he could do was right, nothing would please themHe seethed, but with more than self-pity nowHe was the butt because there always had to be a buttA Jew was a punching bag because they could not do without one
His body was so smallThe rage was pathetic, but its pitifulness was zucca spy fendi bag unfairIf he had been stronger, he could have done somethingAnd even so, as he churned along the trail behind the men there was something different in him, something more impressiveFor these few minutes he was not afraid of the menHis body wavering, his head lolling on his shoulders, he fought clear of his exhaustion, straggled along oblivious of his body, alone in the new rage of his person
Croft, at the point, was worriedHe had not taken part when Roth had collapsedFor once he had been irresoluteThe labor of leading the platoon for so many months, the tensions of the three days with Hearn, had been having their effectHe was tired, his senses rasped by everything that went wrong; all the sullenness of the men, their fatigue, their reluctance to go on had been causing purse logo attrition |
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| He selected another one, went into his motion,... |
06-04-2010 |
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He selected another one, went into his motion, threw it up, and missed this time"Well, anyway, I been hitting them about three out of five on an average," he told himselfIt was all right; he hadn't lost his eyeHe'd have to write a letter to his rifle club back in Allentown telling them about this
That skeet shooting was all rightHe'd have to try it when he got backIf he could hit pebbles three out of five with a carbine, they'd have to blind him before he'd miss a clay plate with a shotgunHis ear ached slightly, comfortably, from the noise of firing the carbine
Conn and Dove were sporting in the water about a hundred yards away and he waved to themAnother wavelet encircled his anklesOr better than writing to louis vuitton gm bag the rifle club, he could send them a picture
Dalleson turned around and looked over the sand at the officers playing bridge"Hey, Leach, where the hell are you?" he bellowed
A tall slim officer with a lean face and silver-rimmed glasses sat up in the sand"I'm over here, Major, what do you want?"
"Did you take your camera along?" Leach nodded dubiously"Well, bring it over, will ya?" Dalleson shoutedLeach was his assistant, a captain, in operations and training
Dalleson grinned at him as he came overLeach was a good fellow, agreeable, did his work all right, anxious to please"Listen, Leach, I'd like ya to take a picture of me shooting some pebbles
"It's going to be kind of hard, MajorThis's just a little ol' omega automatic seamaster box camera, and it's only got a shutter speed of one-twenty-fifth of a second"Aw hell, it'll be good enough
"Well, I'll tell you, Major, I'll be frank about it" -- Leach's voice was soft with a southern accent -- "I'd like to oblige you but I only have but three pictures left, and it's kinda hard to get film
"I'll pay you for it," Dalleson offered
"Aw, no, I wasn't thinking of that, but, well, you see --"
Dalleson interrupted him"Come on, man, all I'm asking you for is a pictureWhat the hell are you gonna shoot it up of, except some of these other Joes around here?"
"All right, Major"Okay, now look, Leach, what I want is for you to get out on that spit a little bit, and I want you to get me in, of course, chanel big and the jungle in back so my friends'll know where the hell it was taken, and also I want you to get that pebble when it busts in the air
Leach looked distressed"Major, you can't get all that inThat would include a ninety-degree arc, and the angle of lens of this camera isn't more than thirty-five degrees
"Well, look, man, don't give me all those goddam facts and figuresIt seems to me it ain't that goddam hard to take a little picture
"I might be able to take you from the back with you in the foreground and tilt the camera up so it catches the pebble, but I'll tell you, Major, it's just a waste of film because that pebble isn't even gonna register
"Leach, it ain't that complicatedAll you got to do is press fendi b bag a damn buttonNow let's cut out all this jawing
Obviously miserable, Leach squatted behind Dalleson and hopped around for a few seconds trying to find the proper angle"Will you throw a practice pebble up, Major?" Leach askedDalleson flipped one in the air"Let's get these dry runs over," he grumbled
"All right, I'm ready now, Major
Dalleson bent over, straightened, and fired at the pebble when it was at the top of the parabolaHe missed, and turned around to Leach"Let's try another one
"All right," Leach said grudgingly
This time Dalleson hit the pebble, but Leach had reacted too late, and he snapped the shutter after the pebble fragments were dispersed"Goddammit, man!" Dalleson roared
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| What is this curve? It is the fundamental path of... |
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What is this curve? It is the fundamental path of any projectile, of a ball, a stone, an arrow (Nietzsche's arrow of longing) or of an artillery shellIt is the curve of the death missile as well as an abstraction of the life-love impulse; it demonstrates the form of existence, and life and death are merely different points of observation on the same trajectoryThe life viewpoint is what we see and feel astride the shell; it is the present, seeing, feeling, sensingThe death viewpoint sees the shell as a whole, knows its inexorable end, the point toward which it has been destined by inevitable physical laws from the moment of its primary impulse when it was catapulted into the air
To carry this a step further, there are two forces constraining the projectile to its pathIf not for them, the missile would forever rise on the same straight line These forces are gravity and wind resistance and their effect is proportional to the square of the dior saddle time; they become greater and greater, feeding upon themselves in a senseThe projectile wants to go this way and gravity goes down and wind resistance goes These parasite forces grow greater and greater as time elapses, hastening the decline, shortening the rangeIf only gravity were working, the path would be symmetrical
it is the wind resistance that produces the tragic curve
In the larger meanings of the curve, gravity would occupy the place of mortality (what goes up must come down) and wind resistance would be the resistance of the mediumthe mass inertia or the inertia of the masses through which the vision, the upward leap of a culture is blunted, slowed, brought to its early doom
The General halted, looked blankly at his journalOne of the last phrases kept repeating in his mind with a cloying regularity"The mass inertia or the inertia of the masses, the mass inertia or the He was disgusted abruptly
I'm playing with dior saddle bags wordsAll that he had written seemed meaningless, a conceitHe was filled with a powerful spasm of distaste for what he had written, and slowly with a heavy pressure of his pencil he drew a line through each of his sentencesIn the middle of the page his pencil broke, and he flung it down and strode outside the tent, breathing a little quickly
It had all been too pat, too simpleThere was order but he could not reduce it to the form of a single curve
He stared about the silent bivouac, looked up at the stars of the Pacific sky, heard the rustle of the coconut treesAlone, he felt his senses expanding again, lost the intimate knowledge of the size of his bodyA deep boundless ambition leaped in him again, and if his habits had not been so deep he might have lifted his arms to the skyNot since he had been a young man had he hungered so for knowledgeIt was all there if only he could grasp it
An artillery piece fired, shattering the loom of the prada bags cheap night
Cummings listened to its echoes and shuddered
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IN THE TWILIGHT the cliffs of Mount Anaka were glowing with reds and golds, reflecting back into the hills and fields at the baseIn their bivouac what was left of the platoon was settling for the nightThe four extra men who had gone along with Brown's detail for the first hour had returned now and were adjusting their blanketsGallagher was on guard in the knoll that overlooked the hollow; the rest of the men were eating their ration or clumping a few yards into the grass to relieve themselves
Wyman was brushing his teeth very carefully, sprinkling a few drops of water from his canteen onto the bristles and then massaging his gums thoughtfully
"Hey, Wyman," Polack called, "turn on the radio for me, will ya?"
"Naah, I'm tired of listening to it," Minetta said"Listen, you guys, I'm still civilized," he piped"If I want to brush my teeth I can
"Not even his best friends will tell him," balenciaga twiggy Minetta wisecracked
"Aaah, go fug yourself, I'm sick of ya
Croft stirred in his blankets, propped himself on an elbow"Listen, you men, you can just shut upYou want to stir up a whole pack of Japs?"
What answer could there be? "Awright," one of them muttered
Roth had heard themSquatting in the grass, he peered over his shoulder fearfullyBehind him was nothing but the vast darkening sweep of the hillsThe paper was in the ration carton, but even as he fumbled for it a new spasm caught him, and he grunted, held his thighs as the process worked its way through him
"Jesus," he heard one of the men whisper, "who the hell's crapping, an elephant?"
To Roth's nausea and weakness was added embarrassmentHe picked up the pad of tissues, finished, and drew up his pantsHe lay down on his poncho and pulled a blanket over himWhy did this have to start now? he asked himselfFor the first two days his bowels had been tight and heavy, but that was preferable to mulberry leather t |
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There are the conversations in the bunkhouseThe soft reflective voices
Ah tell ya that little gal is gonna remember me unless she was too goddam drunk
Ah jus' looked at that nigger after that, an' Ah said, Boy, you no-good black bastard, an' Ah jus' picked up that hatchet an' let him have it right across the headBut the sonofabitch didn't even bleed muchYou can kill an elephant about as fast as you can kill a nigger in the head
A whoor is no damn good for a man, Ah gotta have it at least five six times 'fore Ah'm satisfied, and that ole business of stickin' it in once an' then reachin' for your hat jus' leaves me more fussed than it's vintage rolex watch worth
Ah been keepin' an eye on that south herd leader, the red one with the spot 'hind his ear, an' he's gonna be gittin' mean when the hot weather comes
The Education of Samuel Croft
And always, day after day, the dust of cattle through the long shimmering afternoons in the sunA man gets bored and it's uncomfortable falling asleep in a saddleThinking of town maybe(Bar and a whorehouse, dry goods
Sam, you gittin' itchy?
A lazy somnolent pulsing in his loinsThe sun refracts from the hide of his horse, bathes his thighs in a lazy heat
They're fixin' to start a National Guard outfit in Harper
Yeah?
Ah figger they'll be some women hangin' chanel costume jewelry round the uniforms, an' ya git to do a lot of shootin'
Maybe I'll go down with yaHe wheels his horse to the left and rides out to turn back a straggler
The first time Croft ever killed a man he was in a National Guard uniformThere was a strike on at Lilliput in the oil fields, and some scabs had been hurt
They called the Guard(The sonsofbitches started this strike come from up north, New YorkThey's some good boys in the oil fields but they got they heads turned by Reds, an' next thing they'll have ya kissin' niggers' asses The guardsmen made a line against the gate to the plant and stood sweating in a muggy summer sunThe pickets yelled and chanel cc logo earrings jeered at them
Hey, drillers, they called out the Boy ScoutsThey're jus' company scabs too
Croft stands in line with his mouth tightening
They're gonna rush us, the soldier next to him says
The Guard lieutenant is a haberdashery salesmanIf there're rocks being thrown you better lie down, menIf it should git real bad, fire a couple of rounds over their heads
A stone lofts through the airThe crowd is sullen outside the gate, and every now and then one of them shouts some curses at the soldiers
No sonofabitch'll talk to me that way, Croft says
A rock strikes one of the soldiers, and they lie down on the ground and point their rifles above the purse logo heads of the advancing crowd
Let's rip the place apart
About ten men start to walk toward the gateSome stones fly over their heads and scatter among the soldiers
All right, men, the lieutenant pipes, fire over them
Croft sights down his barrelHe has pointed his gun at the chest of the nearest man, and he feels a curious temptation
I'll just squeeze the trigger a little bit
BAA-WOWWW! The shot is lost in the volley, but the striker drops
Croft feels a hollow excitement
The lieutenant is cursingGoddam, who shot him, men?
Guess they's no way to find out, Lieutenant, Croft saysHe watches the mob retreating in a panicBunch o' dogs, he tells gucci g watch him |
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