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never been more real than it is now. I didn't learn that at Yale. I learned it from Eldred. The sky devoured him. He was the first to get it. But that wasn't the end of the godsaves. All we did was drop his chant and change Thaw's. Godsave Eldred Peck and his little pink pecker. Then Bookchester and Thaw got it on the same day. Hostile aircraft. Bad guys. Godsave God, I chanted that night. But Hoppy just slopped down his beer.'

'Would you like me to roll one?' Sullivan said.

'Thank you, lady. But I think maybe later.'

We ate lunch and then Sullivan and Brand decided to walk into town and find a place where they might buy a chess set. I was slightly annoyed at this because I didn't know the game at all. After they left I watched Pike tilt back his head and swallow, face cracking as the whisky burned its way down.

'We can leave for Colorado in a week or so if you like.'

'What for?' he said.

'You want to confront a cougar before you die, don't you? No iron bars in the way. We'll go up into the Rockies.'

'Pass me that ashtray.'

'You want to go, don't you? That's why you came along in the first place, isn't it?'

'In Baltymore once I saw all manner of beast and fowl without leaving my room. I was blast-ass drunk for two, three weeks. Who needs the Rocky Mountains? This life isn't so big that it won't fit inside a bottle.'

'Sully told me once that you saved her life. Did she mean that literally?'

'She means everything literally. Don't kid yourself about that lady. She means everything literally.'

'How did you save her life?' I said.

'She had a fly eating her brain. This tiny fly had got stuck in her ear and then somehow crawled into her head. The buzzing was driving her nuts. Then it started eating her brain. She could hear the chewing in there. So we went up to her studio and I performed delicate brain surgery despite my unsteady hands. That fly was just a baby fly when it got in there but by the time I opened up her head and got it out after all the eating it did it was about the size of a good-size snail.'

'Who pays for all the liquor you drink? I can't believe you've made that much money in your whole life.'

'Take off, Jack.'

'Name's Dave.'

'Jack. Jackoff. Jackass. Jackdaw. Jackal. Jackal feeding on dead cougar. Jackal B. DeMille. What do you know about making movies?' 'I've spent twenty-eight years in the movies,' I said.

Austin Wakely was a fledgling actor and there was no mission he would not undertake to please the ego of the camera. He had been given only four hours to learn his lines but he professed to be never readier. I played with the tape recorder's giant dials.

'You know, this interview technique isn't anything new.'

'I'm inventing the primitive,' I said. 'The others, in their anxiety, were merely stumbling upon certain pseudo- archaic forms. I myself did something of the sort for a TV show of my own devising. But that was TV.'

'Can you pan with that tripod?'

'Not tonight.'

'Don't you have a lavalier mike I can wear?'

'Nope.'

'You know, they have things called diffusion filters that you can use to soften the actor's face in tight shots.'

'Austin, let's dispense with terminology and see if we can weave a spell over this April evening. There won't be any tight shots. I want you standing against that bare stretch of wall. Is Carol married, by the way?'

'News to me if she is.'

'Interesting girl,' I said.

'Drotty thinks she's too intense. He wants her to exteriorize.'

'Okay, we're ready. Try to avoid theatrical pauses. And keep inflection to a minimum.'

I sighted on Austin against the wall and then started shooting, my voice a cheerful machine designed for the interrogation of the confused and the dislocated.

'Marital status.'

'Divorced.'

'Children.'

'None.'

'Appendix.'

'Excised.'

'What do you think of the war?' I said.

'I've seen it on television. It's sponsored by instant coffee among other things. The commercials are very tasteful in keeping with the serious theme of the program's content. Some of the commercials are racially integrated. Since I worked for seven years as an employee of the network responsible for the warcasts, I am in a position to point out that the network and the agency joined forces in order to convince the sponsor that integrated commercials were desirable. Their argument was that the war itself is integrated. Balanced programming has always been one of the network's chief aims.'

'Draft status.'

'I took my physical right after college. Trick knee. Terminal dandruff. They were more discriminating in those days.'

'How long were you married?'

'About three years.'

'Can you tell the camera why you didn't have children?'

'We wanted to have fun first. We decided that children could wait until after the fun was over, after Europe, after we became established.'

'Did you go to Europe?'

'Not until we were divorced. We met in Florence and drank orangeade. I was staying in a fourteenth-century palazzo. In the dining room one evening I began a conversation with a very unattractive girl who turned out to be both German and lame. We spent part of the night in her-not my-room and in the morning I met my ex-wife on the Ponte Vecchio and we walked through the city for hours. By early evening she had developed a slight limp and I discovered I did not want to be with her anymore.'

'What caused the divorce?'

'My image began to blur. This became a problem for both of us. However, we have continued to be very fond of each other. Divorce is a wonderful invention, much better than protracted separation or murder. It destroys tension. It liberates many wholesome emotions which had been tyrannized by the various mental cruelties. Divorce is the most educating route to a deep understanding between two people. It's the second and most important step in arriving at a truly radiant form of self-donative love. Marriage, of course, is the first step.'

'Parents.'

'Mother deceased.'

'Father.'

'He's buried alive but still breathing. I don't really look forward to his death. But I admit it would bring relief.'

'Why?' I said.

'I remember the sound of his bare feet on the stairs. He never wore slippers, my father. People were always giving him slippers for Christmas. But there is a certain kind of American masculinity which precludes the wearing of articles of clothing which might possibly dull the effect of the brutal truth of one's immediate environment.'

'The camera dislikes evasiveness. As Mr. Hitchcock says, one must not use flashback to deceive. What are you proud of, if anything?'

'I've made many short movies of one kind or another. Weekend films. Orgy-porgies. Nonplot things with friends. More than a hobby but not much more. Until this point, of course. And I used to be proud of one of the things I did. It was done in Central Park during a ceremony following one of the assassinations. There was an old Negro couple standing at the back of the crowd. The man was tall and lean with a face like a rock pointing out to sea. He wore a