Monday, December 23, 2013
Especially Unions!” But dark laughter would come again. It was there in
the morning when I got up bright and early and found Bill and Neal in
the back yard. Neal was wearing his gas station coveralls and helping
Bill. Bill had found a great piece of thick rotten wood and was
desperately yanking at little nails embedded in it with a hammer hook. We
stared at the nails, there were millions of them, they were like worms.
“When I get all these nails out of this I’m going to build me a shelf
that’ll last a THOUSAND YEARS!” said Bill, every bone shuddering with
senile excitement. “Why Jack, do you realize the shelves they build
these days crack under the weight of a clock after six months or
generally collapse, same with houses, same with clothes. These bastards
have invented plastics by which they could make houses that last
FOREVER. And tires. Americans are killing themselves by the millions
every year with defective rubber tires that get on the road and blow up.
They could make tires that never blow up. Same with tooth powder.
There’s a certain gum they’ve invented and they won’t show it to anybody
that if you chew it as a kid you’ll never get a cavity for the rest of
your born days. Same with clothes. They can make clothes that last
forever. They prefer making cheap goods so everybody’ll have to go on
working and punching time clocks and organizing themselves in sullen
unions and floundering around while the big grab goes on in Washington
and Moscow.” He raised his big piece of rotten wood. “Don’t you think
this’ll make a splendid shelf.” It was early in the morning, his energy
was at its peak. The poor fellow took so much junk in his system he
could only weather the vast proportion of his day in that chair with the
lamp burning at noon. But in the morning he was magnificent. We began
throwing knives at the target. He said he’d seen an Arab in Tunis who
could stick a man’s eye from forty feet. This got him going on his Aunt
who went to the Casbah in the Thirties. “She was with a party of
tourists led by a guide. She had a diamond ring on her little finger.
She leaned on a wall to rest a minute and an Arab rushed up and sliced
off her little finger ring and all before she could let out a cry. She
suddenly realized she had no little finger. Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi!” When he
laughed he
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