Dr. Dolittle
Buck saw now that the situation between Nancy and himself was considerably more serious than he had imagined. She exhibited unmistakable signs of a leaning in his direction. The leaning was acute, sometimes he thought she would fall, sometimes he thought she would not fall, sometimes he didnt care, and in every way tried to prove himself the man that he was. It meant dressing in unusual clothes and the breaking of old habits. But how could he shatter her dreams after all they had endured together? after all they had jointly seen and done since first identifying Cleveland as Cleveland? "Nancy," he said, "Im too old. Im not nice. There is my son to consider, Peter." Her hand touched the area between her breasts where hung a decoration, dating he estimated from the World War I period -- that famous period!
2
Morning in Cincinnati! The glorious cold Cincinnati sunlight fell indiscriminately around the city, here and there, warming almost no one. Stephanie de Moulpied was wearing an ice-blue wool suit in which she looked very cold and beautiful and starved. "Tell me about your Cincinnati life," Buck said, "the quality of it, thats what Im interested in." "My life here is very aristocratic," Stephanie said, "polo, canned peaches, liaisons dangéreuses, and so on, because I am a member of an old Cincinnati family. However its not much fun which is why I made this 10 A.M. date with you, exciting stranger from the sky!" "Im really from Texas," Buck said, "but Ive been having a little trouble with airplanes on this trip. I dont really trust them too much. Im not sure theyre trustworthy." "Who is trustworthy after all?" Stephanie said with a cold sigh, looking blue. "Are you blue Stephanie?" Buck asked. "Am I blue?" Stephanie wondered. In the silence that followed, she counted her friends and relationships.
Dr. Grabow
"The others?"
"Ingarden dear," Buck said to the pretty wife of the mayor of Toledo, who was reading a copy of Infrequent Love magazine, "where are the poets of Toledo? Where do they hang out?" He showered her with gifts. She rose and moved mysteriously into the bedroom, to see if Henry were sleeping. "There is only one," she said, "the old poet of the city Constantine Cavity." A frost of emotion clouded her fuzz-colored lenses. "He operates a juju drugstore in the oldest section of the city and never goes anywhere except to make one of his rare and beautiful appearances." "Constantino Cavity!" Buck exclaimed, "even in Texas where I come from we have heard of this fine poet. You must take me to see him at once." Abandoning Henry to his fate (and it was a bitter one!) Buck and Ingarden rushed off hysterically to the drugstore of Constantine Cavity, Buck inventing as they rolled something graceful to say to this old poet, the forerunner so to speak of poetry in America.
"Thanks, Pat. "
The din of dancing in Cleveland was now such that many people who did not know the plan were affronted. "This is an affront to Cleveland, this damn din!" one man said; and grog flowed ever more fiercely. The Secretary of State for Erotic Affairs flew in from Washington, the nations capital, to see for himself at first hand, and the man from Southern Rhodesia had no recourse. He lurked into the Cleveland Air Terminal. "Can I have a ticket for Miami?" he asked the dancing ticket clerk at the Delta Airlines counter hopelessly. "Nothing to Miami this year," the clerk countered. "How can I talk to him in this madness?" Nancy asked herself. "How can the white bird of hope bless our clouded past and future with all this noise? How? How? How? How? How?"
"Like what do you mean?"
". . . and if that way is long, and leads around by the reactor, and down in the valley, and up the garden path, leave her, I say, to heaven. For science has its reasons that reason knows not of," Cavity finished. And it was done.
Dr. Casey
Dr. Melmoth
Was there fondness in our eyes? We could not tell. Cadenzas of documents stained the Western Alliance, already, perhaps, prejudiced beyond the power of prayer to redeem it. "Do you think there is too much hair on my neck? here?" Ingarden asked Buck. But before he could answer she said: "Oh shut up!" She knew that Mrs. Lutch, whose interest in the pastor was only feigned, would find the American way if anyone could.
"Are you in love with any of the inhabitants of Akron yet?"
But a parade headed by a battalion of warm and lovely girls from the Akron Welcome Service elected this tense moment to come dancing by, with bands blazing and hideous floats in praise of rubber goods expanding in every direction. The rubber batons of the girls bent in the afterglow of events. "It is impossible to discuss serious ideas during a parade," the Akron Communists said to Buck, and they slipped away to continue expressing their rage in another part of the Forest.
A handout from Spain to Kline.
"Is that a flask of grog you have there?"
Dr. Watson
"If not, or even if so, we want to invite you to the big get-acquainted party of the College Graduates Club tonight at 8:30 p.m."
"I just came from the airport."
The rubbery smell of Akron, sister city of Lahore, Pakistan, lay like the flameout of all our hopes over the plateau that evening.
The poet opens. . .
"What about your wife in Texas?" Nancy asked.
"You appear to me so superior, so elevated above all other men," she said, "I contemplate you with such a strange mixture of humility, admiration, revenge, love and pride that very little superstition would be necessary to make me worship you as a superior being."
"Its being here, in Cleveland."
"Can you point me the way to the Akron slums, workman?"
"Thats all right in Cleveland, where authenticity is the thing, but here. . ."
Dr. Frank
"Not essentially. Not inwardly."
Dr. Baderman
The parachutes of the other passengers snapped and crackled in the darkness all around him. There had been a malfunction in the afterburner and the pilot decided to "ditch." The whole thing was very unfortunate. "What is your life-style, Cincinnati?" Buck asked the recumbent jewel glittering below him like an old bucket of industrial diamonds. "Have you the boldness of Cleveland? the anguish of Akron? the torpor of Toledo? What is your posture, Cincinnati?" Frostily the silent city approached his feet.
"Yes," Buck said, for a foreign sculptor, a Bavarian doubtless, was singing "You Can Take Your Love and Shove It Up Your Heart," covered though he was with stone dust and grog. The crowd roared at the accompanists plying the exotic instruments of Cleveland, the dolor, the mangle, the bim. Strum swiftly, fingers! The butlers did not hesitate for a minute. "History will absolve me," Buck reflected, and he took the hand offered him with its enormous sapphires glowing like a garage. Then Perpetua danced up to him, her great amazing brown eyelashes beckoning. "Where is Nancy?" she asked, and before he could reply, continued her account of the great love of her existence, her relationship with her husband, Saul. "Hes funny and fine," she said, "and good and evil. In fact there is so much of him to tell you about, I can hardly get it all out before curfew. Do you mind?"
Kline advances.
"Oh I wish things were other."
Dr. Brown
Dr. Pepper
and other doctors. The air was stuffy here, comrades, for the doctors were considering (yes!) a resolution of censure against the beloved old poet. An end to this badinage and wit! Let us be grave. It was claimed that Cavity had dispensed. . . but who can quarrel with Love Root, rightly used? It has saved many a lip. The prosecution was in the able hands of Dr. Kline, who invented the heart, and Dr. Spain, after whom Spain is named some believe. Their godlike figures towered over the tiny poet.
"Again?"
Buck is down.
No! No! Get back!
"I understand," Nancy said. And looking at her dispassionately, Buck conjectured that she did understand, unscrupulous as that may sound. Probably, he considered, I convinced her against my will. The man from Southern Rhodesia cornered him in the dangerous hotel elevator. "Do you think you have the right to hold opinions which differ from those of President Kennedy?" he asked. "The President of your land?" But the party made up for all that, or most of it, in a curious way. The baby on the floor, Saul, seemed enjoyable, perhaps more than his wont. Or my wont, Buck thought, who knows? A Ray Charles record spun in the gigantic salad bowl. Buck danced the frisson with the painters wife Perpetua (although Nancy was alone, back at the hotel). "I am named," Perpetua said, "after the famous typeface designed by the famous English designer, Eric Gill, in an earlier part of our century." "Yes," Buck said calmly, "I know that face." She told him softly the history of her affair with her husband, Saul Senior. Sensuously, they covered the ground. And then two ruly police gentlemen entered the room, with the guests blanching, and lettuce and romaine and radishes too flying for the exits, which were choked with grass.
"Arent we?"
Dr. Kline
"There are such a lot of fine people in the world I wish I was one of them!"
Dr. Malone
Dr. Aveni
Dr. Alvarez
Dr. Frankenthaler
"My name is not workman. My name is Pat. "
"Youre very authentic I think."
Bravery was everywhere, but not here tonight, for the gods were whistling up their mandarin sleeves in the yellow realms where such matters are decided, for good or ill. Pathetic in his servile graciousness, Saul explained what he could while the guests played telephone games in crimson anterooms. The policemen, the flower of the Cleveland Force, accepted a drink and danced ancient police dances of custody and enforcement. Magically the music crept back under the perforated Guam doors; it was a scene to make your heart cry. "That Perpetua," Saul complained, "why is she treating me like this? Why are the lamps turned low and why have the notes I sent her been returned unopened, covered with red Postage Due stamps?" But Buck had, in all seriousness, hurried away.
Dr. No
The aircraft were calling him, their indelible flight plans whispered his name. He laid his cheek against the riveted flank of a bold 707. "In case of orange and blue flames," he wrote on a wing, "disengage yourself from the aircraft by chopping a hole in its bottom if necessary. Do not be swayed by the carpet; it is camel and very thin. I suggest that you be alarmed, because the situation is very alarming. You are up in the air perhaps 35,000 feet, with orange and blue flames on the outside and a ragged hole in the floorboards. What will you do?" And now, Nancy. He held out his arms. She came to him.
Upon making contact with Cincinnati Buck and such of the other passengers of the ill-fated flight 309 as had survived the "drop" proceeded to a hotel.
"You are, you are!"
Buck walked the resilient streets of Akron. His head was aflame with conflicting ideas. Suddenly he was arrested by a shrill cry. From the top of the Zimmer Building, one of the noblest buildings in Akron, a group of Akron lovers consummated a four-handed suicide leap. The air! Buck thought as he watched the tiny figures falling, this is certainly an air-minded country, America! But I must make myself useful. He entered a bunshop and purchased a sweet green bun, and dallied with the sweet green girl there, calling her "poppet" and "funicular." Then out into the street again to lean against the warm green fa?ade of the Zimmer Building and watch the workmen scrubbing the crimson sidewalk.
Dr. Fu Manchu
A faint sound of. . . A wave of. . . Dense clouds of. . . Heavily the immense weight of. . . Thin strands of. . .
"Yes it is grog as it happens."
Dr. Il y a
Spain fades, back, back. . .
At the housing development, which was gauche and grand, Buck came upon a man urinating in the elevator, next to a man breaking windows in the broom closet. "What are you fellows doing there!" Buck cried aloud. "We are expressing our rage at this fine new building!" the men exclaimed. "Oh that this day had never formulated! We are going to call it Ruesday, thats how we feel about it, by gar!" Buck stood in a wash of incomprehension and doubt. "You mean there is rage in Akron, the home of quadratic love?" "There is quadratic rage also," the men said, "Akron is rage from a certain point of view." Angel food covered the floor in neat squares. And what could be wrong with that? Everything?
"You do?"
At Constantine Cavitys drugstore a meeting of the Toledo Medical Society was being held, in consequence of which Buck did not get to utter his opening words which were to have been: "Cavity, we are here!" A pity, but call the roll! See, or rather hear, who is present, and who is not! Present were
"Yes."
"No but you have to wear a coat and tie. Of course they are available at the door. What color pants are you wearing?"
Buck remembered the endearing red lines on Stephanie de Moulpieds knees.
Dr. Rococo
4
Dr. Mabuse
"Hello."
Cavity himself seemed pleased at the outcome of the proceedings. He recited to Buck and Ingarden his long love poems entitled "In the Blue of Evening," "Long Ago and Far Away," "Who?" and "Homage to W. C. Williams." The feet of the visitors danced against the sawdust floor of the juju drugstore to the compelling rhythms of the poets poems. A rime of happiness whitened on the surface of their two faces. "Even in Texas," Buck whispered, "where things are very exciting, there is nothing like the old face of Constantino Cavity. Are you true?"
"Five?"
Dr. Hesperidian had fallen into the little pool in vanPelt Ryans garden (of course!) and everyone was pulling him out. Strangers met and fell in love over the problem of getting a grip on Dr. Hesperidian. A steel band played arias from Wozzeck. He lay just below the surface, a rime of algae whitening his cheekbones. He seemed to be. . . "Not that way," Buck said reaching for the belt buckle. "This way." The crowd fell back among the pines.
Dr. Spain
"I felt ashamed."
vanPelt turned away sadly. The steel band played "Red Boy Blues," "Thats All," "Gigantic Blues," "Muggles," "Coolin," and "Edward." Although each player was maimed in a different way. . . but the affair becomes, one fears, too personal. The band got a nice sound. Hookers of grog thickened on the table placed there for that purpose. "I grow less, rather than more, intimately involved with human beings as I move through world life," Buck thought, "is that my fault? Is it a fault?" The musicians rendered the extremely romantic ballads "I Didnt Know What Time It Was," "Scratch Me," and "Misty." The grim forever adumbrated in recent issues of Mind pressed down, down. . . Where is Stephanie de Moulpied? No one could tell him, and in truth, he did not want to know. It is not he who asks this question, it is Mrs. Lutch. She glides down her glide path, sinuously, she is falling, she bursts into flame, her last words: "Tell them. . . when they crash. . . turn off. . .the ignition."
"Thats wonderful."
"What is that point of view there, to which you refer?" Buck asked dumbly. "The point of view of the poor peopte of Akron," those honest yeoman chanted, "or, as the city fathers prefer it, the underdeveloped people of Akron." And in their eyes, there was a strange light. "Do you know what the name of this housing development is?" "What?" Buck asked. "Sherwood Forest," the men said, "isnt that disgusting?"
The turbojet, their "ship," landed on its wheels. Buck wondered about the wheels. Why didnt they shear off when the aircraft landed so hard with a sound like thunder? Many had wondered before him. Wondering was part of the history of lighter-than-air-ness, you fool. It was Nancy herself, standing behind him in the exit line, who had suggested that they dance on the landing strip. "To establish rapport with the terrain," she said with her distant coolness, made more intense by the hot glare of the Edward pie vendors and customs trees. They danced the comb, the meringue, the dolce far niente. It was glorious there on the strip, amid air rich with the incredible vitality of jet fuel and the sensate music of exhaust. Twilight was lowered onto the landing pattern, a twilight such as has never graced Cleveland before, or since. Then broken, heartless laughter and the hurried trip to the hotel.
Dr. Spoke
Cavity rises to his height, which is not great.
"Not to you. But to me. . ."
"Goodbye!" Buck said. "Goodbye! I wont forget. . ."
"Nancy," Buck exclaimed, "you are just about the nicest damn girl in Cleveland!"
"Hell!" said one doctor, and the others shuffled morosely around the drugstore inspecting the strange wares that were being vended there. It was clear that no resolution of censure could possibly. . . But of course not! What were we thinking of?
"Yes, five."
A luau?
But Saul waved in time, from the porch of Parking Lot Two. He was wearing his belt dangerously low on his hips. "There is copulation everywhere," he shouted, fanning his neck, "because of the dancing! Yes, its true!" And so it was, incredibly enough. Affection was running riot under the reprehensible scarlet sky. We were all afraid. "Incredible, incredible," Buck said to himself. "Even by those of whom you would not have expected it!" Perpetua glimmered at his ear. "Even by those," she insinuated, "of whom you would have expected. . . nothing." For a moment. . .
"Id rather not answer that question," he said honestly, "but if theres some other question youd like me to answer. . ."
The first telephone call he received in his rum raisin hotel room, Charles, was from the Akron Welcome Service.
"Do I have to be a college graduate?"
Ingarden holds her breath.
"Kiss me please."
"Well Pat which way?"
Dr. Wellington
Dr. Hutch
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Buck asked.
"Yes."
"It doesnt matter."
They returned together in a hired automobile. Three parking lots were filled with overflow crowds in an ugly mood. I am tired, so very tired. The man from Southern Rhodesia addressed the bellmen, who listened to his hateful words and thought of other things. "But, then," Buck said, but then Nancy laid a finger on his lips.
Buck then kissed Stephanie in a taxicab as a way of dissipating the blueness that was such a feature of her face. "Are all the girls in Cincinnati like you?" "All the first-class girls are like me," Stephanie said, "but there are some other girls whom I wont mention."
"You seem to be a nice young man, young man," vanPelt Ryan said, "although we have many of these of our own now since the General Electric plant came to town. Are you in computerization?"
"I would be most happy to orient you, slumwise, were it not for the fact that slumlife in Akron has been dealt away with by municipal progressiveness. The municipality has caused to be erected, where slumlife once flourished, immense quadratic inventions which now house former slum-wife and former slumspouse alike. These incredibly beautiful structures are over that way."
Dr. Scholl
The Welcome Service girls looked very bravura in their brief white-and-gold Welcome Service uniforms which displayed a fine amount of "leg." Look at all that "leg" glittering there! Buck said to himself, and followed the parade all the way to Toledo.
When hisaircraft was forced down at the Akron Airpark by the lapse of the port engines, which of course he had been expecting, Buck said: "But this, this. . . is Akron!" And it was Akron, sultry, molecular, crowded with inhabitants who held tiny transistor radios next to their tiny ears. A wave of ingratitude overcame him. "Bum, bum," he said. He plumbed its heart. The citizens of Akron, after their hours at the plant, wrapped themselves in ill-designed love triangles which never contained less than four persons of varying degrees of birth, high and low and mediocre. Beautiful Ohio! with your transistorized citizens and contempt for geometry, we loved you in the evening by the fireside waiting for our wife to nap so we could slip out and see our two girls, Manfred and Bella!
Warmed by the grog which set his blood racing, Buck went to his room and threw himself on his bed. "Oh!" he said suddenly, "I must be in the wrong room!" The girl in the bed stirred sleepily. "Is that you Harvey?" she asked. "Where have you been all this time?" "No, its Buck," Buck said to the girl, who looked very pretty in her blue flannel nightshirt drawn up about her kneecaps on which there were red lines. "I must be in the wrong room Im afraid," he repeated. "Buck, get out of this room immediately!" the girl said coldly. "My name is Stephanie and if my friend Harvey finds you here therell be an unpleasant scene."
Dr. Regatta
Having made a "date" with Stephanie for the morning at 10 A.M., Buck slipped off to an innocent sleep in his own bed.
"Im wasting our time."
"Is there any noteworthy artistic activity in this town?"
"We will never agree on this figure," Nancy said.
Dr. Caligari
"She is very nice too," Buck said, "as a matter of fact the more I think of it, the more I believe that nice girls like you and Hérodiade are what make life worth living. I wish there were more of them in America so that every man could have at least five."
Dr. Weil
3
The men invited Buck to sup with their girls, Heidi, Eleanor, George, Purple, Ann-Marie, and Los. In the tree, starlings fretted and died, but below everything was glass. Harold poured the wine of the region, a light Cheer, into the forgotten napery. And the great horse of evening trod over the immense scene once and for all. We examined our consciences. Many a tiny sin was rooted out that night, to make room for a greater one. It was "hello" and "yes" and "yes, yes" through the sacerdotal hours, from one to eight. Heidi held a pencil between her teeth. "Do you like pencil games?" she asked. Something lurked behind the veil of her eyes. "Not. . . especially," Buck said, "I. . ."
Dr. Modesto
"Welcome! new human being! to Akron! Hello?"
