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06-12-2010 |
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When I say I was mentally impaired, I mean that at
first I didn't know who people were - even my wife
- or what had happenedI couldn't understand why
I was in such painI can't remember the quality
of that pain now, four years laterI know that I
suffered it, and that it was excruciating, but
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it's all pretty academicIt wasn't academic at
the timeAt the time it was like being in hell
and not knowing why you were there
At first you were afraid you'd die, then you were
afraid you wouldn'tThat's what Wireman says, and
he would have known; he had his own season in hell
Everything hurt all the timeI had a constant
ringing headache; behind my forehead it was always
midnight in the world's biggest clock-shop
Because my right eye was fucked up, I was seeing
the world through a film of blood, and I hardly
knew what the world wasI
remember one day when Pam was in the room - I was
still in the hospital - and she was standing by my
bedI was extremely pissed that she should fendi big be
standing when there was a thing to sit on right
over in the cornhole
"Bring the friend," I said
"What do you mean, Edgar?" she asked
"The friend, the buddy!" I shouted"Bring over
the fucking pal, you dump bitch!" My head was
killing me and she was starting to cryI hated
her for thatShe had no business crying, because
she wasn't the one in the cage, looking at
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everything through a red blurShe wasn't the
monkey in the cageAnd then it came to me"Bring
over the chum and sick down!" It was the closest
my rattled, fucked-up brain could come to chair
I was angry all the timeThere were two older
nurses that I called Dry Fuck One and Dry Fuck Two,
as if they were characters in a dirty DrThere was a candystriper I called Pilch
Lozenge - I have no idea why, but that nickname
also had some sort of sexual connotationWhen I grew stronger, I tried to hit
peopleTwice I tried to stab Pam, and on one of
those two occasions I succeeded, although only
with a plastic knifeShe still needed chanel reporter bag a couple of
stitches in her forearmThere were times when I
had to be tied down
Here is what I remember most clearly about that
part of my other life: a hot afternoon toward the
end of my month-long stay in an expensive
convalescent home, the expensive air conditioning
broken, tied down in my bed, a soap opera on the
television, a thousand midnight bells ringing in
my head, pain burning and stiffening my right side
like a poker, my missing right arm itching, my
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missing right fingers twitching, no more Oxycontin
due for awhile (I don't know how long, because
telling time is beyond me), and a nurse swims out
of the red, a creature coming to look at the
monkey in the cage, and the nurse says: "Are you
ready to visit with your wife?" And I say: "Only
if she brought a gun to shoot me with
You don't think that kind of pain will pass, but
it doesThen they ship you home and replace it
with the agony of physical rehabilitationThe red
began to drain from my visionA silver handbags psychologist who
specialized in hypnotherapy showed me some neat
tricks for managing the phantom aches and itches
in my missing armIt was Kamen
who brought me Reba: one of the few things I took
with me when I limped out of my other life and
into the one I lived on Duma Key
"This is not approved psychological therapy for
anger management," DrKamen said, although I
suppose he might have been lying about that to
make Reba more attractiveHe told me I had to
give her a hateful name, and so, although she
looked like Lucy Ricardo, I named her after an
aunt who used to pinch my fingers when I was small
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if I didn't eat all my carrotsThen, less than
two days after getting her, I forgot her nameI
could only think of boy names, each one making me
angrier: Randall, Russell, Rudolph, River-fucking-
PhoenixPam came in with my morning
snack and must have seen the look on my face,
because I could see her steeling herself for an
outburstBut even though I'd forgotten the name
of the cartier santos de cartier fluffy red rage-doll the psychologist had
given me, I remembered how I was supposed to use
it in this situation
"Pam," I said, "I need five minutes to get myself
under control
"Are you sure-"
"Yes, now just get that hamhock out of here and
stick it up your face-powder
I didn't know if I really could, but that was what
I was supposed to sayI couldn't remember the
fucking doll's name, but I could remember I can do
thisThat's clear about the end of my other life,
how I kept saying I can do this even when I knew I
couldn't, even when I knew I was fucked, I was
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double-fucked, I was dead-ass-fucked in the
pouring rain
"I can do this," I said, and God knows how I
looked because she backed out without a word, the
tray still in her hands and the cup chattering
against the plate
When she was gone, I held the doll up in front of
my face, staring into its stupid blue eyes as my
thumbs disappeared into its stupid yielding body
"What's your name, you bat-faced bitch?" I shouted
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| For minutes he floated on the stretcher, his... |
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| For minutes he floated on the stretcher, his tongue exploring the roots of his teeth for moistureHe was convinced that his legs and feet were on fire, and he twitched them experimentally, rubbing them together as if to extinguish the blaze"Put it out, put it out," he mumbled from time to time
A new pain caught him, familiar and demandingHe felt a cramp in his lower belly, and the sweat stirred on his forehead, mounted into individual dropletsHe fought against it with a childish fear of punishment and then relapsed into the heat and pleasure of voiding, the good strain on his bowelsFor a moment he was lying again with his back upon the broken fence outside his father's house, the southern sun imparting a lazy sensuality in his loins"Hey, nigger, what's that mule's name?" he mumbled, and then omega seamaster replica watches giggled weakly, content and drainedFor a moment his hand clutched the litter, and he watched the colored girl walking by, twisted his headThe woman beside him was caressing his stomach"Woodrow, do ya always spit before ya piss?"
"Jus' for good luck," he mumbled aloud, trying now on the litter to empty his bladderBut another pain, sharp and grinding, tore through his loinsHe remembered, or at least his groin muscles recalled the difficulty, knotting in resistanceIt shattered the images, left him aware and troubled and perplexed, conscious for the first time of the way he had soiled himselfHe had a picture of his loins putrefacted and a deep misery passed through himWhy in the hell did it have to happen to me? What's it got to do with what Ah been doin? And he lifted up his head and mumbled chanel shopping bag again, "Brown, you think that wound's gonna git all the pus outa me?"
But no one answered, and he fell back again, brooding over his illnessA chain of unpleasant memories bothered him, and he became conscious again of the discomforts of the stretcher, the effort it cost him to remain lying on his back for so many hoursHe made a feeble attempt to turn over, but it was too painfulHe felt as if somebody were leaning against his stomach
"Git off, men," he shouted
And then he remembered the weightOn the night so many weeks before when the Japanese had tried to cross the river he had felt that same pressure in his chest and stomach as he had waited behind the machine gun
"We-you-coming-to-get They had shouted that at Croft and him, and he shuddered now, bringing his hands up before his face"We got knock off chanel to stop 'em, men, they're comin' now," he moaned, pitching on the litter"Banzaaiiiigh, aaiiiiiiiigh!" he shouted, the sounds gurgling in his throat"Come on, recon, up, git up here!"
The litter-bearers halted and set him down"What's he yellin' about?" Brown asked
"I cain't see 'em, I jus' cain't see 'emWhere the hell's the flares?" Wilson bawledHe was grasping a machine-gun handle in his left palm, his forefinger extended to the trigger"Who the hell's at the other gun? I cain't remember
Ridges shook his head"He's talkin' 'bout that Jap attack on the river
Something of Wilson's panic transferred to the other menGoldstein and Ridges, who had been on the river, stared at Wilson uneasilyThe vast barren stretches of the hills about them seemed a little foreboding now
"I hope we don't run into louis vuitton jewelry any Japanese," Goldstein said
"They ain't a chance," Brown told himHe mopped the sweat out of his eyes, stared weakly into the distance"Nobody around," he panted, but a feeling of weakness, of desperation welled in himIf they were to fall into an ambush nowHe felt like crying againThere were too many things asked of him, and he was so enfeebledA vortex of nausea resolved itself in his stomach, and he retched emptily, obtaining a mild relief from the coldness of his sweatBrown heard himself saying, "We gotta move on, men
Underneath the moistened handkerchief, Wilson could barely seeThe cotton was colored olive drab, and it glared under the sun with yellow and black colors that seemed to beat into his brainHe felt as if he were choking a little for airOnce more his arms thrashed up toward his zucca spy fendi bag |
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| "What's the matter, baby?"
"Aaah, for Christ's... |
06-10-2010 |
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| "What's the matter, baby?"
"Aaah, for Christ's sake," Minetta muttered"Come on, let's go back They had finished trimming the poles, and he and Polack each picked up one of them, while Wyman gathered the two crosspieces and the machetesThey strolled back toward the hollow, Roth following with the bird
"What the hell took you men so long?" Croft snapped
"We did it fast as we could, Sergeant," Wyman said meekly"All right, come on, let's make the stretcher He took Wilson's blanket, spread it out smoothly on top of his poncho, and then laid the poles along each side, parallel and about four feet apartHe flipped the blanket and poncho over each pole, and then they began rolling it up like a scroll, tightening it as much as possibleThe struts were notched at each end, and when the poles were about gucci bangle watch twenty inches apart, he slipped the struts in place, one at each end, about six inches from the tipsThen he took his belt and Wilson's and lashed them in a loop about each strut to make it secureWhen he had done he picked up the stretcher and dropped it againIt held together, but he was not satisfied"Give me the belt to your pants," he told themHe worked busily for a few minutes and when he had done, the stretcher was a rectangle formed by the two poles and the two struts, with the blanket and poncho substituting for a canvasUnderneath them, the belts were fastened diagonally like stays to keep the stretcher poles from shearing"I think that oughta hold," he mutteredHe frowned and looked up to see most of the platoon gathered in a circle about Roth
Roth was completely absorbed in the birdEach chanel devil wears prada necklace time it would open its tiny beak and try to bite his finger, he would feel a protective pangIts jaws were so weakIts entire body would flutter and vibrate from the effort, and yet there was hardly any pressure at all on his fingerIn his hand, its body was warm with a delicate musky odor, reminiscent of face powderDespite himself he would bring the bird up to his nose and sniff it, touching his lips against its soft feathersIts eyes were so bright and alertRoth had fallen in love with the bird immediatelyAnd all the frustrated affection he had stored for months seemed to pour out toward the birdHe fondled it, breathed its bouquet, examined its injured wing, filled with tenderness toward itHe felt exactly the same joy he knew when his child had plucked at the hairs on his chestAnd back of it, not black chanel quilted bag quite conscious, he was also enjoying the interest of the men who had crowded around him to lookFor once he was the focus of attention
He could not have picked a worse time to antagonize Croft
Croft was sweating from the labor of making the stretcher; when he finished, all the difficulties of the patrol were nagging at him againAnd deep within him his rage was alive again, flaringEverything was wrong, and Roth played with a bird, while nearly half the platoon stood about watching
His anger was too vivid for him to thinkHe strode across the hollow, and stopped before the group around Roth
"Jus' what the hell you men think you're doin'?" he asked in a low strained voice
They all looked up, instantly wary"Nothin'," one of them muttered
"Roth!"
"Yes, Sergeant?" His voice quavered
Roth chanel j12 watches passed it to him, and Croft held it for a momentHe could feel the bird's heart beating like a pulse against his palmIts tiny eyes darted about frantically, and Croft's anger worked into his fingertipsIt would be the simplest thing to crush it in his hand; it was no bigger than a stone and yet it was aliveStrange impulses pressed through his nerves, along his muscles, like water forcing itself through fissures in a rock massHe wavered between compassion for the bird and the thick lusting tension in his throatHe didn't know whether to smooth its soft feathers or mash it in his fingers, and the impulse, confused and powerful, shimmered in his brain like a card on edge about to fall
"Can I have it back, Sergeant?" Roth pleaded
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| It's a terrible thing to say, but I hate the... |
06-09-2010 |
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| It's a terrible thing to say, but I hate the soldiers I have been put with, they're a bunch of grobe jungenHonestly, honey, it's hard to remember all the fine idealsSometimes even with the Jews in Europe I don't know why we're fighting He reread what he had written, and then crossed it out violentlyBut he sat there for a minute or two with a cold fearHe realized it suddenlyHis confidence was gone, and he wasn't sure of himselfHe hated all the men with whom he lived and worked and he could never remember a time in the past when he hadn't liked nearly everyone he knewGoldstein held his head for a moment, and then laboriously began to write again"I have an idea that is pretty goodMaybe we chanel logo earrings should try to do some work with the junk yardsThere is lots of things they have there that need only a little welding to be able to work even if they don't look so good
Wilson was getting restlessHe had been sitting in one place for several hours now, and his mood of contentment was beginning to lapseHis drinking sessions always followed a similar pattern: for the first few hours he would feel happy and benevolent, and the more he drank the more superior he felt to anyone who was not drinkingBut after a time he would feel a need for some external excitement and he would become bored and a trifle soberHe would fidget, become a little agitated, and then abruptly he would leave the bar or the discount tiffany's necklace house where he was drinking, and wander away to accept whatever adventures might occurMany times he would wake up the next day in the bed of a strange woman, or in the gutter, or on the sofa in the parlor of his small frame houseAnd rarely would he remember what had happened to him
Now he emptied the last few drops of the third canteen and sighed noisilyHis voice had become very thick"What in the hell are we gonna do now, men?" he asked
Croft swayed to his feet and laughed againHe had been chuckling to himself all afternoon"I'm gonna sleep," he announced
Wilson shook his head, and leaned forward, holding Croft's leg"Sergeant -- Ah'm gonna call ya sergeant 'cause you're so goddam chicken chanel jewelry -- sergeant, you got no call to be hittin' the sack 'cause it ain't even gonna be dark for an hour yet, maybe two
Gallagher smiled lopsidedly"Don't ya see that fuggin Croft is blind now?"
Croft leaned down and grasped Gallagher by the collar"I don' care drunk I am, none you men got a call to talk to me that way, none of you men He pushed Gallagher back suddenly"I'm rememberin' just what the hell you say His voice trailed off"I'm rememberin', wait till tomorrow He stopped and laughed again, and then walked a little uncertainly toward his tent
Wilson rolled the empty canteen back and forth"What the hell we gonna do?" he asked again
"Damn liquor go too fast," Martinez saidHe was replicas bolsas beginning to feel very gloomy at the thought of how much money he had spent
Wilson leaned forward"Listen, men, Ah got an ideaY'know them Japs've got those rollin' whorehouses they bring right up to the lines
"Where'd ya hear that?" Gallagher demanded
"Ah heard it, that's for certainWell, why don' we jus' sneak over tonight an' get in their tail line, and we can knock off a piece of that yellow stuff?"
Red spat"What's the matter, ya want to see if their slits are horizontal?"
"That's Chinee," Wilson said
Gallagher leaned forward truculently and said, "Wilson, you're a nigger-lover"Shi-i-i-it," he drawledHe had forgotten his scheme already
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| "You're picking the wrong boy to mess with,"... |
06-08-2010 |
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"You're picking the wrong boy to mess with," Sergeant Brown told him"I won't take no crap from nobody He could feel his heart beating quicklyThere were a few bodies lying in the surf about a hundred yards from them, and as Red looked a soldier from Task Force Headquarters began dragging them out of the waterA plane patrolled overhead
"It's pretty fuggin quiet," Gallagher said"I'm going to dig a hole He unstrapped his entrenching tool, and Wilson snickered"You just better save your energy, boy," he told him
Toglio ignored him and started digging"I'm going to make one too," Hennessey piped, and began to work about twenty yards necklace chanel from ToglioFor a few seconds the scraping of their shovels against the sand was the only sound
Oscar Ridges sighed"Shoot," he said, "Ah might as well make one too He guffawed with embarrassment after he spoke, and bent over his packHis laughter had been loud and braying
Stanley imitated him"Waa-a-aaah!"
Ridges looked up and said mildly, "Well, shoot, Ah just cain't help the way Ah laughIt's good enough, Ah reckon He guffawed again to show his good will, but the laughter was much more chastened this timeWhen there was no answer, he began to digHe had a short powerful body which was shaped like a squat pillar, for it tapered at vintage omega watches neither endHis face was round and dumpy with a long slack jaw that made his mouth gapeHis eyes goggled placidly to increase the impression he gave of dull-wittedness and good temperAs he dug, his motions were aggravatingly slow; he dumped each shovelful in exactly the same place, and paused every time to look about before he bent down againThere was a certain wariness about him, as though he were accustomed to practical jokes, expected them to be played on him
Stanley watched him impatiently"Hey, Ridges," he said, looking at Sergeant Brown for approbation, "if you were sitting on a fire, I guess you'd be too lazy to piss and put it balenciaga bag black out
Ridges smiled vaguely"Reckon so," he said quietly, watching Stanley walk toward him, and stand over the hole to examine his progressStanley was a tall youth of average build with a long face which looked vain usually and scornful and a little uncertainHe would have been handsome if it had not been for his long nose and sparse black mustache
"Christ, you'll be digging all day," Stanley said with disgustHis voice was artificially rough like that of an actor who fumbles for a conception of how soldiers talk
Ridges made no answerPatiently, he continued diggingStanley watched him for another minute, trying to think of something replicas de bolsas clever to sayHe was beginning to feel ridiculous just standing there, and on an impulse kicked some sand into Ridges's foxholeSilently, Ridges shoveled it out, not breaking his rhythmStanley could feel the men in the platoon watching himHe was a little sorry he had started, for he wasn't certain whether the men sided with himBut he had gone too far to renegeHe kicked in quite a bit of sand
Ridges laid down his shovel and looked at himHis face was patient but there was some concern in it"What you trying to do, Stanley?" he asked
"You don't like it?" Stanley sneered
"No, sir, Ah don't
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| I hate cameras, and the cameras seem to
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06-07-2010 |
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| I hate cameras, and the cameras seem to
know itWhen I was done, I told him he could go
home and spell AnnmarieIt was dark outside, and
I offered him my MalibuThe air will be good for me Then he
pointed at the canvas"Can I take a look?"
"Actually, I'd rather you didn't
I thought he might protest, but he just nodded and
went back downstairs, almost trottingThere was a
new spring in his step - that was surely not my
imaginationAt the door he said, "Call Nannuzzi
in the morningDon't let the grass grow under
your heelsAnd you call me if anything changes
with your I gestured at his face with tiffany co earrings my
paint-stippled hand"You'll be the first to knowFor the
time being, I can settle for being headache-free"Are you sure it won't come back?"
"I'm sure of nothingYeah, that's the human condition, ain't it?
But I thank you for trying And before I knew he
was going to do it, he had taken my hand and
kissed the back of itA gentle kiss in spite of
the bristles on his upper lipThen he told me
adi?s and was gone into the dark and the only
sound was the sigh of the Gulf and the whispering
conversation of the shells under the houseThen
there was another soundThe phone was ringing
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It was Ilse, calling rolex watches for women to chatYes, her classes
were going fine, yes, she felt well - great, in
fact - yes, she was calling her mother once a week
and staying in touch with Lin by e-mailIn Ilse's
opinion, Lin's strep was probably so much selfdiagnosed
bullcrapI told her I was stunned by
her generosity of feeling and she laughed
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I told her there was a possibility that I might be
showing my work at a gallery in Sarasota, and she
shrieked so loudly I had to hold the phone away
from my ear
"Daddy, that's wonderful! When? Can I come?"
"Sure, if you want to," I said"I'm going to
invite everybody This was a decision I buy chanel bags hadn't
entirely made until I heard myself telling her
"We're thinking mid-April
"Shit! That's when I was planning to catch up with
The Hummingbirds tourThen:
"I can work them both inA little tour of my
own
"You think?"
"Yes, of courseYou just give me the date and I
am there
Tears pricked the backs of my eyelidsI don't
know what it's like to have sons, but I'm sure it
can't be as rewarding - as plain nice - as having
daughters"I appreciate that, hon
is there any possibility your sister might come?"
"You know what, I think she will," Ilse said,
"She'll be crazy to see what you're doing bag chloe paddington that's
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got people in the know so excitedWill you get
written up?"
"My friend Wireman thinks soOne-armed artist,
and all that
"But you're just good, Daddy!"
I thanked her, then moved on to Carson Jones
Asked what she heard from him
"He's fine," she said
"Really?"
"Sure - why?"
"I don't knowI just thought I heard a little
cloud in your voice
She laughed ruefully"You know me too wellThe
fact is, they're SRO everyplace they play now -
word's getting aroundThe tour was supposed to
end on May fifteenth because four of the singers
have other commitments, but the booking agent
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| Then catching him with tears in his eyesBoss,... |
06-06-2010 |
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Then catching him with tears in his eyesBoss, I
can't get used to seeing you this way
Had he been fucking her then? I thought notBut -
I'm going to give you an offer to take back to her,
I'd saidOnly maybe he'd done more
than make my offer
I limped to the big window, not using my crutch
Sunset was still hours off, but the light was
westering strongly, beating a reflection off the
waterI made myself look directly into that
glaring track, wiping my eyes repeatedly
I tried to tell myself the picture might be no
more than a figment of a mind that was still
trying to heal itselfAll my
voices were speaking clearly and coherently to one
another, and I knew what I knewPam had fucked
Max out tas hermes there in Palm Desert, and when he had
suggested a longer, deeper commitment, she had
refusedPam had also fucked my oldest friend and
business associate, and might still be fucking him
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The only unanswered question was which guy had
talked her into the rose on her tit
"I need to let this go," I said, and leaned my
throbbing forehead against the glassBeyond me,
the sun burned on the Gulf of Mexico"I really
need to let this go
Then snap your fingers, I thought
I snapped the fingers of my right hand and heard
the sound - a brisk little click"All right,
over-done with-gone!" I said brightlyBut then I
closed my eyes and saw Pam sitting on the bed -
some bed - in her panties, with a replicas bolsas bra-strap lying
across her leg like a dead snake
Friends with benefits
Fucking friends, with fucking benefits
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That evening I didn't watch the sunset from Little
PinkI left my crutch leaning against the corner
of the house, limped down the beach, and walked
into the water until I was up to my kneesThe
water was cold, the way it gets a couple of months
after hurricane season has blown itself out, but I
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hardly noticedNow the track beating across the
water was bitter orange, and that was what I was
looking at
"Experiment, my ass," I said, and the water surged
around meI rocked unsteadily on my feet, holding
my arm out for balance
Overhead a heron glided across the darkening sky,
a gucci backpack silent long-neck projectile
"Snooping is what it was, snooping is all it was,
and I paid the priceIf I sort of felt like strangling her all
over again, it was nobody's fault but my ownPeek
not through a keyhole, lest ye be vexed, my dear
old mother used to sayI peeked, I was vexed, end
of storyIt was her life now, and what she did in
it was her businessMy business was to drop it
My question was whether or not I couldIt was
harder than snapping your fingers; even than
snapping the fingers of a hand that wasn't there
A wave surged in, one big enough to knock me down
For a moment I was under, and breathing waterI
came up splutteringThe backrun tried to pull me
out with the sand and shellsI rolex watches for women pushed shoreward
with my good foot, even kicking feebly with my bad
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one, and managed to get some purchaseI might be
confused about some things, but I didn't want to
drown in the Gulf of MexicoI wasn't confused
about thatI crawled out of the water with my
hair hanging in my eyes, spitting and coughing,
dragging my right leg behind me like so much
soaked luggage
When I finally got to dry sand, I rolled over and
stared up into the skyA fat crescent moon sailed
the deepening velvet above Big Pink's roofpeakIt
looked very serene up thereDown here was a man
who felt the opposite of serene: shaking and sad
and angryI turned my head to look at the stump
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Memory as the flagellantI don't understand it a goddam bitWhat the hell makes them change that way, why can't a woman stay decent?
You'll never be like that, will you, Beverly? he says that night
Aw, no, honey, how can you even think it?
They are very close for the moment, and his troubles spill outHonestly, Bev, keeping up with everything makes me go so goddam fast; I get so I just want to take a breath, you know what I meanA man's own sister, it puts quite a stir in you
In the barrooms, in the smoking cars, in the locker room at the golf club they are talking about Patty Brown
I swear, Bev, I ever catch you in anything like that, I'll kill you, so help me I'll kill you
Honey? You dior saddle bags can trust meBut she is thrilled by the sudden burst of his passion
I feel a hell of a lot older, Bev
On the eighteenth he lines up the putt, estimates the roll of the greenIt is a five-foot shot and he should make it, but he knows suddenly that he's going to failThe handle of the putter thonks dully against his palms as the ball rolls short a foot
Missed again, son, Mr
Just not my day, I guessWe might as well get back to the locker roomHis palms still hold a numb uncertain feelingThey stroll back slowlyYou come to Louisville, son, and it'll be a pleasure to take you out to my club, Mr
I might take you up on it, sirCranborn is singing "When you wore a tulip and 1 wore a
What're we chanel sac doin' tonight, son?
We'll just do the town, MrCranborn; you don't have to worry, I'll show you around
I've heard a good deal about this town
Yes, sir, well, most of it's true(The lewd cackle from the adjacent shower
In the night club they talk businessEvery time he leans back he can feel the potted palm against his hair so that he finds himself leaning forward breathing the smoke from MrWell, you got to see, sir, that we're entitled to a little profit, I mean after all that's what makes the wheels of business go round, and you wouldn't want us to be working for you for nothing with our product any more than you'd want to work for someone elseThat'd hardly be business, now, would it? The gucci hobo fifth drink is almost empty, and his jaws clamp spongilyThe cigarette is a little remote from his lips(I gotta slow down on the drinking
A good point, son, a good point, but there's also the question of making something cheaper than the next feller, and that's business too, competitionYou're out for yourself, and I'm out for myself, and that's the way things work
Yes, sir, I see what you meanFor a moment the whole thing is in danger of revolving and revolving in his head, and he thinks of flailing out, breathing some airLet's look at it from this angle
Who's that little blonde girl in the show, Brown? Know her?
(He doesn't Well, yes, sir, but frankly you wouldn't be wanting to know chanel logo necklace herShe's gone to the well a little too often and, well, frankly there's doctors involvedI know a place though, sir, decent respectable
In the lobby the hat-check girl can hear him phoningHe leans against the wall in danger of supporting himself with his face against the phoneThe line is busy, and for an instant he wants to cry
Hello, Eloise? he asksThe woman's voice crackles at him from the other end
It's more fun being out with the gang from the office on a tear
I tell ya I never saw anything like it, picking up a half dollar like that, why, she just picked it right off the edge of the tableI suppose if it wasn't the place where I saw it you'd have to go to Paris or a nigger whorehouse balenciaga designer anywa |
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But Cummings was unhappy with itThe force he could muster would be relatively powerful for the few thousand men involved, but it was a frontal attack and there was no reason to assume it would be any more successful than the attack that had preceded it and failedThe men would advance, and halt probably to a crawl at the first serious resistanceThere would be no compulsion for them to keep moving
Cummings had been toying with another plan for several weeks, but it depended on receiving some naval support, and that was always doubtfulHe sent out a few cautious feelers and received some contradictory answers which had left him undecided; the secondary plan had been sidetracked in his mind before the need to produce something tangible and effectiveBut it was this other plan that intrigued him, and at a conference of his staff officers one morning he decided to draw up an additional set of plans which would incorporate the naval support
This other plan was simple but powerfulThe extreme right flank of the Toyaku Line was anchored on the water's edge a mile or two behind the point where the peninsula joined the islandSix miles to the rear of that was a small cove called Botoi BayThe General's new omega planet ocean watches plan was to land about a thousand men at Botoi and have them drive inland on a diagonal to take the center of the Toyaku Line from the rearAt the same time his frontal attack, reduced in strength, of course, would drive forward to meet the invading troopsThat invasion could work if the landing was successful
Only that was the doubtful part of itThe General had enough landing craft assigned him for ferrying supplies from freighters off the island to be able to transport his invasion troops in one wave if necessary, but Botoi Bay was almost out of range of his artillery, and air reconnaissance had shown that fifty or perhaps even a hundred Japanese troops were entrenched in bunkers and pillboxes on that stretch of beachArtillery couldn't drive them out nor dive bombersIt would take at least one destroyer and preferably two firing at point-blank range, perhaps a thousand yards offshoreIf he were to send a battalion in without naval support a bloody and disastrous massacre would occur
And the beach at Botoi Bay was the only place where he could land troops for at least fifty miles down the coastPast Botoi some of the densest jungle forests on Anopopei grew virtually into the water, and nearer his louis vuitton kabelky own front line were bluffs too steep to be scaled by invasion troopsThere was no alternativeTo take the Toyaku Line from the rear they would need the Navy
The thing that appealed to Cummings about this flanking invasion was what he called its "psychological soundness The men who would land at Botoi would be in the enemy rear without any safe way to retreat, and their only security would be to drive ahead and meet their own troopsThey would have to advanceAnd, conversely, the troops attacking frontally would do so with more enthusiasmCummings had found from experience that men fought better when they believed their share of an assignment was the easy partThey would be pleased they missed the invasion, and even more important, they would believe that the resistance before them would be softer, less decisive, because of the movement in the rear
After the battle plan for the frontal assault had been completed, and it was merely a question of waiting a few days until all the supplies had been brought up to the front, Cummings called a special conference of his staff officers, outlined the new plan to them, and gave orders that it should be developed as a corollary of the major attack, to be used gucci taske as opportunity grantedAt the same time he sent a request through channels for three destroyersThen he put his staff to work
After a hurried lunch, Major Dalleson returned to his G-3 tent, and began to draw up the plans for the Botoi invasionHe sat himself down before his desk, opened his collar, sharpened a few pencils with slow absorbed motions, his heavy lower lip dangling pensively and moistly, and then he selected a blank piece of paper and wrote "Operation Coda" in large block letters at the top of his sheetHe sighed pleasurably and lit a cigar, diverted momentarily by the word "coda," which was unfamiliar to him"Code, it means probably," he muttered to himself, and then forgot about itSlowly, laboriously, he forced himself to concentrate on the work before himIt was a problem for which he was quite suited
A more imaginative man would have loathed the assignment, for it consisted essentially of composing long lists of men and equipment and creating a timetableIt demanded the same kind of patience that is needed to construct a crossword puzzleBut Dalleson relished the first portion of the work before him because he knew he could do it, and there were other kinds of work about which he was chanel wallet purse not so certainThis was the type of job that could be managed by following the procedures to be found in one Field Manual or another, and Dalleson had the kind of satisfaction a tone-deaf person might know in recognizing a piece of music
Dalleson began by estimating the number of trucks that would be necessary to move the invasion troops from their front line positions down to the beachSince the frontal attack would undoubtedly be in progress then, it was impossible to decide now which troops could be usedThat would depend on the future situation, but it had to be one of the four rifle battalions on the island, and Dalleson separated it into four isolated problems, allotting a different number of trucks for each possibilityThere would be trucks needed for the land attack, and the assignment of them could be handled by G-4Dalleson looked up and scowled, staring at the clerks and officers in his tent
"Hey, Hearn," he shouted
"Yes?"
"Bring this over to Hobart, and tell him to work out where we can draw the trucks from
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Cummings had been toying with another plan for several weeks, but it depended on receiving some naval support, and that was always doubtfulHe sent out a few cautious feelers and received some contradictory answers which had left him undecided; the secondary plan had been sidetracked in his mind before the need to produce something tangible and effectiveBut it was this other plan that intrigued him, and at a conference of his staff officers one morning he decided to draw up an additional set of plans which would incorporate the naval support
This other plan was simple but powerfulThe extreme right flank of the Toyaku Line was anchored on the water's edge a mile or two behind the point where the peninsula joined the islandSix miles to the rear of that was a small cove called Botoi BayThe General's new plan was to land about a old omega thousand men at Botoi and have them drive inland on a diagonal to take the center of the Toyaku Line from the rearAt the same time his frontal attack, reduced in strength, of course, would drive forward to meet the invading troopsThat invasion could work if the landing was successful
Only that was the doubtful part of itThe General had enough landing craft assigned him for ferrying supplies from freighters off the island to be able to transport his invasion troops in one wave if necessary, but Botoi Bay was almost out of range of his artillery, and air reconnaissance had shown that fifty or perhaps even a hundred Japanese troops were entrenched in bunkers and pillboxes on that stretch of beachArtillery couldn't drive them out nor dive bombersIt would take at least one destroyer and preferably two firing at point-blank range, perhaps a thousand yards offshoreIf he were to send a battalion in without naval support a bloody and disastrous massacre would occur
And the beach at Botoi Bay was the only place where he could land troops for at least fifty miles down the coastPast Botoi some of the densest jungle forests on Anopopei grew virtually into the water, and nearer his own front line were bluffs too see by chloe bag steep to be scaled by invasion troopsThere was no alternativeTo take the Toyaku Line from the rear they would need the Navy
The thing that appealed to Cummings about this flanking invasion was what he called its "psychological soundness The men who would land at Botoi would be in the enemy rear without any safe way to retreat, and their only security would be to drive ahead and meet their own troopsThey would have to advanceAnd, conversely, the troops attacking frontally would do so with more enthusiasmCummings had found from experience that men fought better when they believed their share of an assignment was the easy partThey would be pleased they missed the invasion, and even more important, they would believe that the resistance before them would be softer, less decisive, because of the movement in the rear
After the battle plan for the frontal assault had been completed, and it was merely a question of waiting a few days until all the supplies had been brought up to the front, Cummings called a special conference of his staff officers, outlined the new plan to them, and gave orders that it should be developed as a corollary of the major attack, to be used as opportunity grantedAt the chanel watch j12 white same time he sent a request through channels for three destroyersThen he put his staff to work
After a hurried lunch, Major Dalleson returned to his G-3 tent, and began to draw up the plans for the Botoi invasionHe sat himself down before his desk, opened his collar, sharpened a few pencils with slow absorbed motions, his heavy lower lip dangling pensively and moistly, and then he selected a blank piece of paper and wrote "Operation Coda" in large block letters at the top of his sheetHe sighed pleasurably and lit a cigar, diverted momentarily by the word "coda," which was unfamiliar to him"Code, it means probably," he muttered to himself, and then forgot about itSlowly, laboriously, he forced himself to concentrate on the work before himIt was a problem for which he was quite suited
A more imaginative man would have loathed the assignment, for it consisted essentially of composing long lists of men and equipment and creating a timetableIt demanded the same kind of patience that is needed to construct a crossword puzzleBut Dalleson relished the first portion of the work before him because he knew he could do it, and there were other kinds of work about which he was not so certainThis was the type chanel shopping bags of job that could be managed by following the procedures to be found in one Field Manual or another, and Dalleson had the kind of satisfaction a tone-deaf person might know in recognizing a piece of music
Dalleson began by estimating the number of trucks that would be necessary to move the invasion troops from their front line positions down to the beachSince the frontal attack would undoubtedly be in progress then, it was impossible to decide now which troops could be usedThat would depend on the future situation, but it had to be one of the four rifle battalions on the island, and Dalleson separated it into four isolated problems, allotting a different number of trucks for each possibilityThere would be trucks needed for the land attack, and the assignment of them could be handled by G-4Dalleson looked up and scowled, staring at the clerks and officers in his tent
"Hey, Hearn," he shouted
"Yes?"
"Bring this over to Hobart, and tell him to work out where we can draw the trucks from
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