Thursday, December 26, 2013
an abstract thought, discussed it; reminded each other of another
abstract point forgotten in the rush of events; Neal apologized but
promised he could get back to it and manage it fine; bringing up
illustrations. “And just as we are crossing Wazee I wanted to tell you
about how I felt of your frenzy with the midgets and it was just then,
remember, you pointed out that old bum with the hardon in his baggy
pants and said he looked just like your father?” “Yes, yes, of course I
remember; and not only that, but it started a train of my own, something
real wild that I had to tell you. I’d forgotten it, now you just
reminded me of it---” and two new points were born. They hashed these
over. Then Allen asked Neal if he was honest and specifically if he was
being honest with him in the bottom of his soul. “Why do you bring that
up again?” “There’s one last thing I want to know…” “But, dear Jack,
you’re listening, you’re sitting there, we’ll ask Jack, what would he
say.” And I said, “That last thing is what you can’t get, Allen. Nobody
can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it
once for all…” “No no no, you’re talking absolute bullshit and Wolfean
romantic posh!” said Allen, and Neal joined in: I didn’t mean that at
all, but we’ll let Jack have his own mind, and in fact, don’t you think
Allen there’s a kind of dignity in the way he’s sitting there and
digging us, crazy cat came all the way across the country...old Jack
won’t tell, old Jack won’t tell.” “It isn’t that I won’t tell,” I
protested, “I just don’t know what you’re both driving at or trying to
get at…I know it’s too much for anybody.” “Everything you say is
negative.” “Then what is it you’re trying to do?” “Tell him.” “No, you
tell him.” “There’s nothing to tell,” I laughed. I had on Allen’s hat, I
pulled it down over my eyes. “I want to sleep” I said. “Poor Jack
always wants to sleep.” I kept quiet. They started in again. “When you
borrowed that nickel to make up the check for the chickenfried steaks..”
“No, man, the chili! Remember, the Texas Star?” “I was mixing it with
Tuesday. When you borrowed that nickel you said, now listen, you said
‘Allen this is the last time I’ll impose on you,’ as if, and really, you
meant that I had agreed with you about no more imposing.” “No, no, no, I
didn’t mean that--- you harken back now if
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