Saturday, December 21, 2013
she wants you back, she said she never wanted to see you again and she
said it was to be final this time. Yet you stand here and make silly
faces and I don’t think there’s a care in your heart.” This was not
true, I knew better and I could have told them all right there. I didn’t
see any sense in trying it. These accusations were the same that had
been leveled at me many a time in my own life in the east. I longed to
go and put my arm around Neal and say “Now look here all of you,
remember just one thing, this guy has his troubles too and another thing
he never complains and he’s given all of you a damned good time just
being himself and if that isn’t enough for you then send him to the
firing squad, that’s apparently what you’re itching to do anyway..”
Nevertheless Helen Hinkle was the only one in the gang who wasn’t afraid
of Neal and who could sit there calmly, with her face hanging out,
telling him off in front of everybody. There were earlier days in Denver
when Neal had everybody sit in the dark with their girls and just
talked- -and talked- -and talked---with a voice that was once hypnotic
and strange and was said to make the girls come across by sheer force of
persuasion and the content of what he said. This was when he was
fifteen, sixteen. Now his disciples were married and the wives of his
disciples had him on the carpet for the sexuality and the life he had
helped burgeon---this may be a little thick. I listened further. “Now
you’re going east with Jack and what do you think you’re going to
accomplish by that? Carolyn has to stay home and mind the baby now
you’re gone---how can she keep her dentist job---and she never wants to
see you again and I don’t blame her. If you see Al along the road you
tell him to come back to me or I’ll kill him.” Just as flat as that. It
was the saddest and sweetest night. Then a complete silence fell over
everybody and when once Neal would have talked his way out, he now just
fell silent himself, but standing, in front of everybody, in full sight,
ragged and broken and idiotic, right under the light bulbs, his bony mad
face covered with sweat and throbbing veins, saying “Yes, yes, yes” as
though tremendous revelations were pouring into him all the time now,
and I am convinced they were, and the others suspected as much and were
frightened. What was he
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