George Lewis
Irene and Charles talked about Paul. I wonder how he is getting along in France? Charles wondered. I wonder if France likes him. Irene wondered again about Rosemarie. Charles wondered if the bomb that Eric had thrown at Hubert had been manufactured by his foster son, Paul. He wondered too about the strange word "foster," about which he had not wondered previously. From the bank? he wondered. What could Hubert have meant by that? What could Hubert have meant by "from the bank"? he asked Irene. I cant imagine, Irene said. The fire sparkled. It was evening.
Rosemarie looked at Paul. But of course hes far too young for me, she thought.
Your friend,
Daddy, why are you writing this poem about Edward? Rosemarie asked excitedly. Because youve been away Rosemarie, Charles said.
Hilda appeared in Pauls cellar. Paul, she asked, can I borrow an axe? or a saw?
Charles! Irene exclaimed. Youre hungry! And youve been crying! Your gray vest is stained with tears! Let me make you a ham and cheese sandwich. Luckily I have just come from the grocery store, where I bought some ham, cheese, bread, lettuce, mustard and paper napkins. Charles asked: Have you seen or heard from Hubert lately by the way? He regarded his gray tear-stained vest. Not in a long time, Irene said, Huberts been acting sort of distant lately for some strange reason. Oh Charles, can I have an extra ninety-three dollars a month for the household budget? I need some floor polish and would also like to subscribe to the National Geographic.
Howard to Hilda: If you dont understand me, thats okay, but I am afraid you do understand me. In that case, I think I will have dreams.
"Can you give me a urine sample?" asked the nurse.
Rosemarie smiled.
Can I buy you a drink? Howard asked Hilda. Have you had any grappa yet? Its one of the favorite drinks of this country. Your time is up Howard, Hilda said ruthlessly. Get out of this café. Now wait a minute, Howard said. This is a free country isnt it? No, Hilda said. No buddy, a free country is precisely what this is not insofar as your sitting at this table is concerned. Besides, Ive decided to go to Denmark on the next plane.
Hubert and Irene had a clandestine affair. It was important they felt that Charles not know. To this end they bought a bed which they installed in another house, a house some distance from the house in which Charles, Irene and Paul lived. The new bed was small but comfortable enough. Paul regarded Hubert and Irene thoughtfully. The affair lasted for twelve years and was considered very successful.
-- You say anything that crawls into your head Paul, Ann objected.
Paul placed his new awl in the toolbox. Was that a shotgun Eric had been looking at in the hardware store?
Where are you going Eric with that shotgun? Hubert asked.
Sue Brownly
Hubert thought seriously about his Christmas present to Charles and Irene. What can I get for these dear friends that will absolutely shatter them with happiness? he asked himself. I wonder if theyd like a gamelan? a rag rug?
Ann looked over the ships rail at the Black Sea. She threw hyacinths into it, not just one but a dozen or more. They floated upon the black surface of the water.
Hubert had a dinner engagement with the best younger poet now writing in English in Wisconsin.
Goodbye, Inge, Paul said. Your wonderful blondness has been wonderful and I shall always remember you that way. Goodbye! Goodbye!
Irene wondered if Hubert really loved her, or if he was merely saying so to be pleasant. She wondered how she could find out. Hubert was handsome. But so was Charles handsome for that matter. And I, I am still quite beautiful, she reminded herself. Not in the same way as young girls like Hilda and Rosemarie, but in a different way. I have a mature beauty. Oh!
The new black pear tree reached sturdily for the sky on the grave, the very place, of the old black pear tree.
The French countryside (the countryside of France) was covered with golden grass. Im looking for a bar, they said, called the Cow on the Roof or something like that.
Eric, take that shotgun out of your mouth! Irene shouted.
Edward counted his Pard.
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Huberts son Eric wanted Hilda but could not have her.
The snow of Montreal banked itself against the red Rambler. Paul and Hilda embraced. What is wonderful? they thought. They thought the answer might be in their eyes, or in their mingled breath, but they couldnt be sure. It might be illusory.
Paul said to the man at the hardware store: I need a new awl. What size awl do you have in mind? the man asked. One about this size, Paul said, showing the man with his hands. Oh Hilda!
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Rosemarie returned.
Charles put some more wine on to mull.
Dialogue between Paul and Ann:
The quality of the love between Hubert and Irene:
Peter Elkin
-- Go peddle your hyacinths, Hyacinth Girl.
Howard Toff
"But I cant stand the pain. Oh, why doesnt God help me?"
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Hilda sat in a café waiting for Paul to return from Denmark. In the café she met Howard. Go away Howard, Hilda said to Howard, I am waiting for Paul. Oh come on Hilda, Howard said in a dejected voice, let me sit down for just a minute. Just a minute. I wont bother you. I just want to sit here at your table and be near you. I was in the war you know. Hilda said: Oh all right. But dont touch me.
Oh Hubert, why did you give me that damn baby? Paul I mean? Didnt you know he was going to grow?
I deeply appreciate the sentiments expressed by you in our recent ship-to-shore telephone conversation. Is the Black Sea pleasant? I hope so and hope too that you are having a nice voyage. The Matson Line is one of my favorite lines. However I must tell you that Paul is at present deeply embedded in a love affair with me, Inge Grote, a very nice girl here in Copenhagen, and therefore cannot respond to your proposals, charming and well stated as they were. You have a very nice prose style on the telephone. Also, I might point out that if Paul loves any girl other than me in the near future it will surely be Hilda, that girl of girls. Hilda! what a remarkable girl! Of course there is also the possibility that he will love some girl he has not met yet -- this is remote, I think. But thank you for the additional hyacinths anyway, and we promise to think of you from time to time.
Irene said: Hubert I love you. Hubert said that he was glad. They lay upon the bed in the house, thinking about the same things, about Montreals green snow and the blackness of the Black Sea.
The bomb Henry Jackson threw at his father failed to detonate. Why did you throw this Schlitz can at me Henry? Henrys father asked, and why is it ticking like a bomb?
Charles watched Hilda growing from his window. To begin with, she was just a baby, then a four-year-old, then twelve years passed and she was Pauls age, sixteen. What a pretty young girl! Charles thought to himself. Paul agreed with Charles; he had already bitten the tips of Hildas pretty breasts with his teeth. Hilda thought she was too old for most boys Pauls age, but not for Paul.
Inge
Do you know that Hubert and Irene are having an affair? Hilda asked Paul. He nodded.
Inge stretched her right and left arms luxuriously. You have brought me so much marvelous happiness Paul that although I know you will go away soon to consort once more with Hilda, that all-time all-timer girl, it still pleases me to be here in this good Dansk bed with you. Do you want to talk about phenomenological reduction now? or do you want a muffin?
Inge smiled.
Marcy Powers
The newsreel articulated the fall of Ethiopia.
He wondered whether to wrap it as a gift, or simply take it over to Charles and Irenes in the box. He couldnt decide. He decided to have a drink. While Hubert was drinking his vodka martini it started to cry. I wonder if Im making these drinks too strong?
Oh Hilda, Paul said cheerfully, it has been so long since Ive been near to you! Why dont the three of us go out for supper?
Ann the Hyacinth Girl wanted Paul but could not have him. He was sleeping with Inge in Denmark.
Charles lay in bed with his wife, Irene. He touched a breast, one of Irenes. You have beautiful breasts Irene, Charles said. Thank you, Irene said, Charles.
Mature?
Inge smiled in the candlelight from the victory candle.
Irene, Hubert said, I love you. Ive always hesitated to mention it though because I was inhibited by the fact that you are married to my close friend, Charles. Now I feel close to you here in this newsreel theater, for almost the first time. I feel intimate. I feel like there might be some love in you for me, too. Then, Irene said, your giving me Paul for a Christmas present was symbolic?
Hubert touched Irenes breast. You have beautiful breasts, he said to Irene. I like them. Do you think theyre too mature? Irene asked anxiously.
At Yale Eric walked around.
From the bank? Rosemarie asked herself.
Rosemarie made a list of all the people who had not written her a letter that morning:
Eric came home for the holidays.
Ann smiled.
Put those empty Schlitz cans over there in the corner by the furnace Harry, Paul said. And thank you for lending me your pickup truck in this cold weather. I think you had better get some snow tires pretty soon though, as I hear that snow is predicted for the entire region shortly. Deep snow.
Every month?
In the cellar Paul mixed the plastic for another batch of bombs. A branch from the black pear tree lay on his work-table. Seeds fell into his toolbox. From the bank? he wondered. What was meant by "from the bank"? He remembered the kindness of Montreal. Hildas black sweater lay across a chair. God is subtle, but he is not malicious, Einstein said. Paul held his tools in his hands. They included an awl. Now I shall have to find more Schlitz cans, he thought. Quickly.
Paul grew older. Oh that poor fucker Eric he said.
Irene bought Easter presents for everyone. How do I know which part of the beach Rosemarie will be lying upon? she asked herself. In Hildas back yard the skeleton of the black pear tree whitened.
Eric?
Hilda cut down a black pear tree in the back yard. Why?
I have decided Charles to go to the Virgin Islands with Hubert. Do you mind? Since Huberts position in the market has improved radically I feel he is entitled to a little relaxation in the golden sun. Okay?
From the bank? Inge wondered.
It is a portrait, Hubert said, composed of all the vices of our generation in the fullness of their development.
Paul put his hands on Hildas shoulders. She closed her eyes. They held each other with their hands and thought about the question. France!
Then he said: But I dont care.
In Silkeborg, Denmark, Paul regarded Hilda thoughtfully. You love Inge, she said. He touched her hand.
The reason I cut down the black pear tree Howard, which Ive never told anyone, was that it was just as old as I was at that time, sixteen, and it was beautiful, and I was beautiful I think, and we both were there the tree and me, and I couldnt stand it, Hilda said. You are still beautiful, now, at nineteen, Howard said. But dont touch me, Hilda said.
and many others
--That sounds wonderful, Aaron.
Charles of course had been aware of the affair between Hubert and Irene from the beginning. But Hubert gave us Paul, he thought to himself. He wondered why Hilda had cut down the black pear tree.
Eric sat by himself.
You know that Paul is manufacturing bombs in your cellar dont you? Hubert asked.
Hubert was short in a rising market. He lost ten thousand. Can you pay the rent on this house for a while? he asked Irene. Of course darling, Irene said. How much is it? Ninety-three dollars a month, Hubert said, every month. Thats not much really, Irene said. Hubert reached out his hand to caress Irene but decided not to.
Dear Ann --
Edward was tired of posing for Charless poem. He stretched, growled, and bit himself.
Inge wrote the following letter to Ann to explain why Ann could not have Paul:
Eric!
Howards wire to Eric was never delivered.
The mailman (Rosemaries mailman) persisted in his irritating habit of doing the other side of the street before he did her side of the street. Rosemarie ate a bowl of Three-Minute Oats.
Who was that man, Rosemarie asked, who wrote all those books about dogs?
What is his little name? Charles and Irene asked Hubert. His name, Hubert said, is Paul. A small one, isnt he? Charles remarked. But well made, Hubert noted.
Inge brushed her long gold hair in her red sweater.
Hubert gave Charles and Irene a nice baby for Christmas. The baby was a boy and its name was Paul. Charles and Irene who had not had a baby for many years were delighted. They stood around the crib and looked at Paul; they could not get enough of him. He was a handsome child with dark hair, dark eyes. Where did you get him Hubert? Charles and Irene asked. From the bank, Hubert said. It was a puzzling answer, Charles and Irene puzzled over it. Everyone drank mulled wine. Paul regarded them from the crib. Hubert was pleased to have been able to please Charles and Irene. They drank more wine.
Anna Teresa Tymieniecka wrote a book to which I. M. Bochénski contributed a foreword.
Henry Jacksons father thought candidly: Henry is awfully young to be an anarchist isnt he?
Charles wrote a poem about Rosemaries dog, Edward. It was a sestina.
From his window Charles watched Hilda. She sat playing under the black pear tree. She bit deeply into a black pear. It tasted bad and Hilda looked at the tree inquiringly. Charles started to cry. He had been reading Bergson. He was surprised by his own weeping, and in a state of surprise, decided to get something to eat. Irene was not home. There was nothing in the refrigerator. What was he going to do for lunch? Go to the drugstore?
This is a pretty good bed Hubert, Irene said. Except that its not really quite wide enough.
Erics bomb exploded with a great splash near Hubert. Hubert was frightened. What has been decided? he asked Eric. Eric could not answer.
Eric cut his nails with one of those 25￠ nail cutters.
Joan Elkin
It is virtually impossible to read one of Joel S. Goldsmiths books on the oneness of life without becoming a better person Eric, Rosemarie said.
Edward and Eric met on the street.
The Black Sea patrol boat captain said: Hyacinths?
I wonder how I might become slightly more pleasing to the eye? Rosemarie asked. Perhaps I should tattoo myself attractively?
Hilda.
Edgar Rich
In Montreal they walked in the green snow, leaving marks like maple leaves. Paul and Hilda thought: What is wonderful? It seemed to Paul and Hilda that this was the question. The people of Montreal were kind to them, and they thought about the question in an ambiance of kindness.
In the cellar Paul continued making his bombs, by cellar-light. The bombs were made from tall Schlitz cans and a plastic substance which Paul refused to identify. The bombs were sold to other boys Pauls age to throw at their fathers. The bombs were to frighten them rather than to harm them. Hilda sold the bombs for Paul, hiding them under her black sweater when she went out on the street.
Howard cashed a check at American Express. What shall I do with this money? he wondered. Nothing financial has meaning any more now that Hilda has gone to Denmark. He returned to the café in the hope that Hilda had not really meant it.
Eric was born.
-- Hilda I do think its possible now for us to be together, to stay together even, even to live together if that is your wish. I feel that we have come to the end of a very trying time, a time in which we were tried see? and that from this day forward everything will be fine. We will have a house and so on, et cetera et cetera, and even children of our own perhaps. Ill get a job.
