Tuesday, December 24, 2013
had my drumsticks; he suddenly began beating a tiny beat to go with the
music box that we barely could hear. Everybody held their breath to
listen. “Tick…tack…tick-tack.” Neal cupped a hand over his ear; his
mouth hung open; he said “Ah! Whee!” Allen watched the silly madness
with slitted eyes. Finally he slapped his knee and said “I have an
announcement to make.” “Yes? Yes?” “What is the meaning of this voyage
to New York? What kind of sordid business are you on now? I mean, man,
whither goest thou?” “Whither goest thou?” echoed Neal with his mouth
open. We sat and didn’t know what to say; there was nothing more to talk
about any more. The only thing to do was go. Neal leaped up and said we
were ready to go back to North Carolina. He took a shower, I cooked up a
big platter of rice with all that was left in the house; Louanne sewed
his socks and we were ready to go. Neal and Allen and I zoomed into New
York. We promised to see him in thirty hours, in time for New Year’s
Eve. It was night. We left Allen at Times Square and went back across
the tunnel and into New Jersey. Taking turns at the wheel, Neal and I
made North Carolina in ten hours. “Now this is the first time we’ve been
alone and in a position to talk for years” said Neal. And he talked all
night. As in a dream we were zooming back through sleeping Washington
and back in the Virginia wilds, crossing the North Carolina line at
daybreak, pulling up at my sister’s door at nine A.M. And all this time
Neal was tremendously excited about everything he saw, everything he
talked about, every detail of every moment that transpired. He was out
of his mind with real belief. “And of course now no one can tell us that
there is no God. We’ve passed through all forms. You remember Jack when
I first came to New York and I wanted Hal Chase to teach me about
Nietzsche. You see how long ago? Everything is fine; God exists; we know
time. Everything since the Greeks has been predicted wrong. You can’t
make it with geometry and geometrical systems of thinking. It’s all
THIS!” He wrapped his finger in his fist; the car hugged the line
straight and true. “And not only that but we both understand that I
couldn’t have time to explain why I know and you know God exists.” At
one point I moaned
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