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Book II
XIX
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When Dawn had first proposed going for a face-lift to the clinic of a Geneva doctor she had read about in Vogue--a doctor they didn't know, a procedure they knew nothing about--the Swede had quietly contacted Shelly Salzman and went off to see him alone in his officeTheir own family doctor was a man the Swede respected, a cautious and thorough elderly man who would have counseled the Swede and answered his questions and tried, on the Swede's behalf, to dissuade Dawn from the idea, but instead the Swede had 35i called Shelly and asked if he might come over to talk about a family problemOnly when he got to Shelly's office did he understand that he had gone there to confess, four years after the fact, to having had the affair with Sheila in the aftermath of Merry's disappearanceWhen Shelly smiled and asked, "How can I help you?" the Swede found himself on the brink of saying, "By forgiving me Throughout the conversation, every time the Swede spoke he had to quash the impulse to tell Shelly everything, to say, "I'm not here because of the faceliftI'm here because I did what I should never have doneI betrayed my wife, I betrayed you, I betrayed myself But saying this would be vuitton pink bag a betrayal of Sheila, would it not? He could no more justify his taking it solely upon himself to confess to her husband than he could had she taken it upon herself to confess to his wifeHowever much he might yearn to be rid of a secret that stained and oppressed him, and imagine that a confession might unburden him, did he have the right to free himself at Sheila's expense? At Shelly's expense? At Dawn's expense? No, there was such a thing as ethical stabilityNo, he could not be so ruthlessly self-regardingA cheap stunt, a treacherous stunt, and one that probably wouldn't pay off in long-term relief--yet each time the Swede opened his mouth to speak, he needed desperately to say to this kindly man, "I was the lover of your wife," to seek from Shelly Salzman the magical restitution of equilibrium that Dawn must be hoping she'd find in GenevaBut instead he only told Shelly how against the face-lift he was, only enumerated his reasons against it, and then, to his surprise, listened to Shelly telling him that Dawn had perhaps begun to entertain a potentially promising idea"If she thinks this will help her start over again," Shelly said, "why not give her the opportunity? Why not give this woman every opportunity? There's nothing wrong with it, chanel white j12 watch Seymour
The cutter would spit into the dry inking...
The cutter would spit into the dry inking material in which he rubbed the brush for the stencil that numbered the pieces he cut from each trankHaving cut a pair of gloves, he would touch his finger to his tongue so as to wet the numbered pieces, to stick them together before they were rubber-banded for the sewing forelady and the sewersWhat the boy never got over were those first German cutters employed by Newark Maid, who used to keep a schooner of beer beside them and sip from it, they said, "to keep the whistle wet" and their saliva flowingQuickly enough Lou Levov had done away with the beer, but the saliva? NoNobody could want to do away with the salivaThat was part and parcel of all that they loved, the son and heir no less than the founding father "Harry can cut a glove as good as any of them Harry, the Master, stood directly beside omega automatic seamaster watch the Swede, indifferent to his boss's words and doing his work"He's only been forty-one years with Newark Maid but he works at itThe cutter has to visualize how the skin is going to realize itself into the maximum number of gloves Then he has to cut itTakes great skill to cut a glove rightTable cutting is an artNo two skins are alikeThe skins all come in different according to each animal's diet and age, every one different as far as stretchability goes, and the skill involved in making every glove come out like every other is amazingSame thing with the sewingKind of work people don't want to do anymoreYou |s can't just take a sewer who knows how to run a traditional sewing Vmachine, or knows how to sew dresses, and start her here on glovesShe has to go through a three- or four-month training process, has u to have finger dexterity, has to have cartier pasha watch patience, and it's six months | before she's proficient and reaches even eighty percent efficiency| Glove sewing is a tremendously complicated procedureIf you h want to make a better glove, you have to spend money and train ki workersTakes a lot of hard work and attention, all the twists and turns where the finger crotches are sewn--it's very hardIn the days when my father first opened a glove shop, the people were in it for life--Harry's the last of themThis cutting room is one of the last in this hemisphereOur production is still always fullWe still have people here who know what they're doingNobody cuts gloves this way anymore, not in this country, where hardly anybody's left to i f cut them, and not anywhere else either, except maybe in a little \ I family-run shop in Naples or GrenobleThese were people, the % people who worked here, who see by chloe bag were in it for lifeThey were born into the glove industry and they died in the glove industryToday we're constantly retraining peopleToday our economy is such that people take a job here and if something comes along for another fifty cents an hour, they're gone
She wrote all this down "When I first came into the business and my father sent me up here to learn how to cut, all I did was stand right here at the cutting ' table and watch this guyI learned this business in the old-fash-* ioned wayMy father started me literally sweeping the floorsWent through every single department, getting a feel for each operation and why it was being doneFrom Harry I learned how to cut a gloveI wouldn't say I was a proficient glove | 1 11 cutterIf I cut two, three pairs a day it was a lot, but I learned the rudimentary principles--right, Harry? A demanding omega olympic watch teacher, this fellowWhen he shows you how to do something, he goes all the wayLearning from Harry almost made me yearn for my old manFirst day I came up here Harry set me straight--he told me that down where he lived boys would come to his door and say, 'Could you teach me to be a glove cutter?' and he would tell them, 'You've got to pay me fifteen thousand first, because that's how much time and leather you're going to destroy till you get to the point where you can make the minimum wage' I watched him for a full two months before he let me anywhere near a hideAn average table cutter will cut three, three and a half dozen a dayA good, fast table cutter will cut five dozen a dayHarry was cutting five and a half dozen a day'You think I'm good?' he told me'You should have seen my dad' Then he told me about his father and the tall man from Barnum and chloe dior Bai
Slavery issue drove him into the Republican...
Slavery issue drove him into the Republican Party
As the Swede told Dawn, whether she wanted to hear it or not--no, because she did not want to hear it--"It was a lesson in American historyHis grandfather was a classmate of Woodrow Wilson'sEighteen seventy-nine? I'm full of dates, DawnieHe told me everythingAnd all we were doing was walking around a cemetery out back of a church at the top of a hill
But once was enoughHe'd paid all the attention he could, never stopped trying to keep straight in his mind the progress of the Orcutts through almost two centuries--though each time Orcutt had said "Morris" as in Morris County, the Swede had thought "Morris" as in Morris LevovHe couldn't remember ever in his life feeling more like his father--not like his father's son but like his father-- than he did marching around the graves of those OrcuttsHis family couldn't compete with Orcutt's when it came to ancestors--they would have run out of ancestors in about two minutesAs soon as you got back earlier than Newark, back to the old country, no one knew anythingEarlier than Newark, they didn't know their names or anything about them, how prada bags cheap anyone made a living, let alone whom they'd voted forBut Orcutt could spin out ancestors foreverEvery rung into America for the Levovs there was another rung to attain
The old judge went to Washington with mePeople...
The old judge went to Washington with mePeople around here weren't very happy to see my name there, you knowBut that's my positionYou can organize a march in MorristownYou can work on the march
"And the Morristown High School paper is going to cover itThat'll get the troops out of Vietnam
"I understand you're quite vocal about the war at Morristown High alreadyWhy do you even bother if you don't think it matters? You do think it mattersEveryone's point of view in America matters in terms of this warStart in your hometown, MerryThat's the way to end the war
"Revolutions don't b-b-begin in the countryside
"We're not talking about revolution
"You're not talking about revolution
And that was the last conversation they ever had to have about New YorkInterminable, but he was patient and reasonable and firm and it workedAs far as he knew, she did not go to New York againShe took his advice and stayed at home, and, after turning their living room into a battlefield, after turning Morristown High into a battlefield, she went out one day and blew up the post office, destroying right along with it DrFred Conlon and the village's general store, a small wooden building with a community bulletin board out front and a single old Sunoco pump and the metal pole on which Russ Hamlin--who, with his wife, owned the store and ran the post office--had raised the American flag every morning since gucci watches for women Warren Gamaliel Harding was president of the United States
II
The Fall
A tiny, bone-white girl who looked half Merry's age but claimed to be some six years older, a Miss Rita Cohen, came to the Swede four months after Merry's disappearanceShe was dressed like DrKing's successor, Ralph Abernathy, in freedom-rider overalls and ugly big shoes, and a bush of wiry hair emphatically framed her bland baby faceHe should have recognized immediately who she was--for the four months he had been waiting for just such a person--but she was so tiny, so young, so ineffectual-looking that he could barely believe she was at the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School of Business and Finance (doing a thesis on the leather industry in Newark, New Jersey), let alone the provocateur who was Merry's mentor in world revolution On the day she showed up at the factory, the Swede had not known that Rita Cohen had undertaken some fancy footwork--in and out through the basement door beneath the loading dock--so as to elude the surveillance team the FBI had assigned to observe from Central Avenue the arrival and departure of everyone visiting his office Three, four times a year someone either called or wrote to ask permission to see the plantIn the old days, Lou Levov, busy as he might be, always made time for the Newark school classes, or Boy Scout troops, or visiting notables chaperoned by a quilted chanel bag functionary from City Hall or the Chamber of CommerceThough the Swede didn't get nearly the pleasure his father did from being an authority on the glove trade, though he wouldn't claim his father's authority on anything pertaining to the leather industry--pertaining to anything else, either--occasionally he did assist a student by answering questions over the phone or, if the student struck him as especially serious, by offering a brief tour Of course, had he known beforehand that this student was no student but his fugitive daughter's emissary, he would never have arranged their meeting to take place at the factoryWhy Rita hadn't explained to the Swede whose emissary she was, said nothing about Merry until the tour had been concluded, was undoubtedly so she could size up the Swede first
The Kid from Tomkinsville could as well have been...
The Kid from Tomkinsville could as well have been called The Lamb from Tomkinsville, even The Lamb from Tomkinsville Led to the SlaughterIn the Kid's career as the spark-plug newcomer to a last-place Brooklyn Dodger club, each triumph is rewarded with a punishing disappointment or a crushing accidentThe staunch attachment that develops between the lonely, homesick Kid and the Dodgers' veteran catcher, Dave Leonard, who successfully teaches him the ways of the big leagues and who, "with his steady brown eyes behind the plate," shepherds him through a no-hitter, comes brutally undone six weeks into the season, when the old-timer is dropped overnight from the club's roster"Here was a speed they didn't often mention in baseball: the speed with which a player rises--and goes down" Then, after the Kid wins his fifteenth consecutive game--a rookie record that no pitcher in either league has ever exceeded--he's accidentally knocked off his feet in the shower by boisterous teammates who are horsing around after the great victory, and the elbow injury sustained in the fall leaves him unable ever to pitch againHe rides the bench for the rest of the year, pinch-hitting because of his strength at the plate, and then, over the snowy winter--back home in Connecticut spending days on the farm and evenings at the drugstore, well known now but really Grandma's boy all over again--he works diligently by himself on Dave Leonard's directive to keep his swing level ("A tendency to keep his right shoulder down, to swing up, was his worst fault"), suspending a ball from a string out in the barn and whacking at it on cold winter mornings with "his beloved bat" until he has worked himself into a sweat' The clean sweet sound of a bat squarely meeting a ball" By the next season he is ready to return to the Dodgers as a speedy right fielder, bats 25 in the second spot, and leads his team down to the wire as a contenderOn the last day of the season, in a game against the Giants, who are in first place by only half a game, the Kid kindles the Dodgers' chanel cambon bag hitting attack, and in the bottom of the fourteenth--with two down, two men on, and the Dodgers ahead on a run scored by the Kid with his audacious, characteristically muscular baserunning--he makes the final game-saving play, a running catch smack up against the right center-field wallThat tremendous daredevil feat sends the Dodgers into the World Series and leaves him "writhing in agony on the green turf of deep right center Tunis concludes like this: "Dusk descended upon a mass of players, on a huge crowd pouring onto the field, on a couple of men carrying an inert form through the mob on a stretcherThere was a clap of thunderRain descended upon the Polo Grounds Descended, descended, a clap of thunder, and thus ends the boys' Book of Job I was ten and I had never read anything like itI could not believe itThe reprehensible member of the Dodgers is Razzle Nugent, a great pitcher but a drunk and a hothead, a violent bully fiercely jealous of the KidAnd yet it is not Razzle carried off "inert" on a stretcher but the best of them all, the farm orphan called the Kid, modest, serious, chaste, loyal, naive, undiscourageable, hard-working, soft-spoken, courageous, a brilliant athlete, a beautiful, austere boyNeedless to say, I thought of the Swede and the Kid as one and wondered how the Swede could bear to read this book that had left me near tears and unable to sleepHad I had the courage to address him, I would have asked if he thought the ending meant the Kid was finished or whether it meant the possibility of yet another comebackThe word "inert" terrified meWas the Kid killed by the last catch of the year? Did the Swede know? Did he care? Did it occur to him that if disaster could strike down the Kid from Tomkinsville, it could come and strike the great Swede down too? Or was a book about a sweet star savagely and unjustly punished--a book about a greatly gifted innocent whose worst fault is a tendency to keep his right shoulder down and swing up but whom the thundering heavens destroy nonetheless--simply a book between chanel classic bag those "Thinker" bookends up on his shelf?
Keer Avenue was where the rich Jews lived--or rich they seemed to most of the families who rented apartments in the two-, three-, and four-family dwellings with the brick stoops integral to our after-school sporting life: the crap games, the blackjack, and the stoop-ball, endless until the cheap rubber ball hurled mercilessly against the steps went pop and split at the seamHere, on this grid of locust-tree-lined streets into which the Lyons farm had been partitioned during the boom years of the early twenties, the first postimmigrant generation of Newark's Jews had regrouped into a community that took its inspiration more from the mainstream of American life than from the Polish shtetl their Yiddish-speaking parents had re-created around Prince Street in the impoverished Third WardThe Keer Avenue Jews, with their finished basements, their screened-in porches, their flagstone front steps, seemed to be at the forefront, laying claim like audacious pioneers to the normalizing American amenitiesAnd at the vanguard of the vanguard were the Levovs, who had bestowed upon us our very own Swede, a boy as close to a goy as we were going to get The Levovs themselves, Lou and Sylvia, were parents neither more nor less recognizably American than my own Jersey-born Jewish mother and father, no more or less refined, well spoken, or cultivatedAnd that to me was a big surpriseOther than the one-family Keer Avenue house, there was no division between us like the one between the peasants and the aristocracy I was learning about at schoolLevov was, like my own mother, a tidy housekeeper, impeccably well mannered, a nice-looking woman tremendously considerate of everyone's feelings, with a way of making her sons feel important--one of the many women of that era who never dreamed of being free of the great domestic enterprise centered on the childrenFrom their mother both Levov boys had inherited the long bones and fair hair, though since her hair was redder, frizzier, and her skin still youthfully balenciaga giant bag freckled, she looked less startlingly Aryan than they did, less vivid a genetic oddity among the faces in our streets The father was no more than five seven or eight--a spidery man even more agitated than the father whose anxieties were shaping my ownLevov was one of those slum-reared Jewish fathers whose rough-hewn, undereducated perspective goaded a whole generation of striving, collegeeducated Jewish sons: a father for whom everything is an unshakable duty, for whom there is a right way and a wrong way and nothing in between, a father whose compound of ambitions, biases, and beliefs is so unruffled by careful thinking that he isn't as easy to escape from as he seemsLimited men with limitless energy
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The little ears always older than she isThe ears that were never just four years old and yet hadn't really changed since she was fourteen monthsThe preternatural fineness of her hairMore reddish, more like his mother's than his then, still touched with fire thenThe smell of the whole day in her hairThe carefreeness, the abandon of that body in his armsThe catlike abandon to the all-powerful father, the reassuring giantIt is so, it is true--in the abandon of her body to him, she excites an instinct for reassurance that is so abundant that it must be close to what Dawn says she felt when she was lactatingWhat he feels when his daughter leaves the earth to leap into his arms is the absoluteness of their bolsas louis intimacyAnd built into it always is the knowledge that he is not going too far, that he cannot, that it is an enormous freedom and an enormous pleasure, the equivalent of her breast-feeding bond with DawnHe was wonderful at it and so was sheHow did all this happen to this wonderful kid? She stutteredSo what? What was the big deal? How did all this happen to this perfectly normal child? Unless this is the sort of thing that does happen to the wonderful, perfectly normal kidsThe nuts don't do these things--the normal kids doYou protect her and protect her--and she is unprotectableIf you don't protect her it's unendurable, if you do protect her it's unendurableIt's all unendurableThe awfulness of her black chanel quilted terrible autonomyThe worst of the world had taken his childIf only that beautifully chiseled body had never been bornHe calls his brotherIt is the wrong brother from whom to seek consolation, but what can he do? When it comes to consolation, it is always the wrong brother, the wrong father, the wrong mother, the wrong wife, which is why one must be content to console oneself and be strong and go on in life consoling othersBut he needs some relief from this rape, needs the rape taken out of his heart, where it is stabbing him to death, he cannot put up with it, and so he calls the only brother he hasIf he had another brother he would call himBut for a brother he has only Jerry and Jerry has only himFor a replica santos cartier daughter he has only MerryFor a father she has only himThere is no way around any of thisNothing else can be made to come true It is half past five on a Friday afternoonJerry is in the office seeing postoperative patientsBut he can talk, he saysThe patients can wait"What is it? What's wrong with you?"
He has only to hear Jerry's voice, the impatience in it, the acerbic cocksuredness in it, to think, He's no good to meI just came from MerryI found her in NewarkWhat this girl has been through, what she looks like, where she lives--you can't imagine itYou cannot begin to imagine it He proceeds to recount her story, not breaking down, trying to repeat what she said to him about where she had been, how she uhr rolex had lived, and what had become of her, trying to get it into his head, his own head, trying to find in his head the room for it all when he could not even find enough room for that room in which she livedHe comes closest to crying when he tells his brother that she had twice been raped "Are you done?" asks Jerry "What?"
"If you're done, if that's it, tell me what you are going to do nowWhat are you going to do, Seymour?"
"I don't know what there is to doShe blew up Ham-lin's He cannot tell him about Oregon and the other three"She did it on her own
"Well, sure she did itWho did we think did it? Where is she now, in that room?"
"Yes
"Then go back to the room and get herShe wants me to leave her old omega a
His father got out of the car, went as far as the...
His father got out of the car, went as far as the front steps of the house, and then just sat himself downThe Swede watched him from behind the living room curtainsHis father did not move, even when the Swede's mother came out to comfort himHe sat without moving for over an hour, all the time leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his face invisible in his handsThere was such a load of tears inside his head that he had to hold it like that in his two strong hands to prevent it from tumbling off of himWhen he was able to raise the head up again, he got back in the car and drove to work
Is Merry lying? Is Merry brainwashed? Is Merry a lesbian? Is Rita the girlfriend? Is Merry running the whole insane thing? Are they out to do nothing but torture me? Is that the game, the entire game, to torture and torment me?
No, Merry's not lying--Merry is rightRita Cohen does not existIf Merry believes it, I believe itHe did not have to listen to somebody who did not existThe drama she'd constructed rolex vintage women's watch did not existHer hateful accusations did not existHer authority did not exist, her powerIf she did not exist, she could not have any powerCould Merry have these religious beliefs and Rita Cohen? You had only to listen to Rita Cohen howling into the phone to know that she was someone to whom there was no sacred form of life on earth or in heavenWhat does she have to do with self-starvation and Ma-hatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King? She does not exist because she does not fit inThese are not even her wordsThese are not a young girl's wordsThere are no grounds for these wordsThis is an imitation of someoneSomeone has been telling her what to do and what to sayFrom the beginning this has all been an actShe's an act
You can't expect what you say to have an...
You can't expect what you say to have an immediate impact
"It's what she says back that has the impact!"
"It doesn't matter what she says backWe have to keep saying to her what we have to say to her, even if saying it seems interminableWe must draw the lineIf we don't draw the line, then surely she's not going to obeyIf we do draw the line, there's at least a fifty percent chance that she will
"And if she still doesn't?"
"All we can do, Dawn, is to continue to be reasonable and continue to be firm and not lose hope or patience, and the day will come when she will outgrow all this objecting to everything
"She doesn't want to outgrow itBut there is tomorrowThere's a bond between us all and it's tremendousAs long as we don't let omega seamaster fake her go, as long as we keep talking, tomorrow will comeOf course she's maddeningShe's unrecognizable to me, tooBut if you don't allow her to exhaust your patience and if you keep talking to her and you don't give up on her, she will eventually become herself again
And so, hopeless as it seemed, he talked, he listened, he was reasonable
I don't believe that's a difficult conclusion to...
I don't believe that's a difficult conclusion to reach, honeyI don't believe I'm the only person in the world who, seeing you here, seeing you here looking like this, would come up with that ideaYou're a good girl and so you want to do penanceBut this is not penanceNot even the state would punish you like thisI have to say these things, MerryI have to tell you truthfully what this looks like to me
"Just look at what you've done to yourself--you are going to die if you keep this upAnother year of this and you will die--from self-starvation, from malnutrition, from filthYou cannot go back and forth every day under those railroad tracksThat underpass is a home for derelicts--for derelicts who do not play by your rulesTheir world is a ruthless world, Merry, a terrible world--a replicas bolsas violent world
"They won't harm meThey know that I love them
The words sickened him, the flagrant childishness, the sentimental grandiosity of the self-deceptionWhat does she see in the hopeless scurryings of these wretched people that could justify such an idea? Derelicts and love? To be a derelict living in an underpass is to have clobbered out of you a hundred times over the minutest susceptibility to loveNow that her speech is finally cleared of the stuttering, all that comes through is this junkWhat he had dreamed about--that his wonderful, gifted child would one day stop stuttering--had come to passShe had mastered miraculously the agitated stuttering only to reveal, at the eye of the storm that was her erupted personality, this insane clarity and calmWhat a great revenge to chanel classic handbags take: This is what you wanted, Daddy? Well, here it is Her being able successfully to explain and to talk was now the worst thing of all The harshness he felt but didn't want her to hear was in his voice nonetheless when he said, "You will meet a violent end, MeredithKeep trying them out twice a day, keep it up and you'll find out just how much they know about your loveTheir hunger, Merry, is not for loveSomebody will kill you!"
"But only to be reborn
"I doubt that, honeyI seriously doubt that
"Will you concede that my guess is as good as yours, Dad?"
"Won't you at least take off that mask while we're talking? So I can see you?"
"See me stutter, do you mean?"
"Well, I don't know if wearing that is what accounts for the disappearance of your stutter or notYou tell me old omega watches that it hasYou tell me that the stutter was only your way of doing no violence to the air and the things that live in the airis that correct? Have I understood what you were saying?"
"Yeseven if I were to concede that, I have to tell you I think you might eventually have a better life with your stutterI don't minimize the hardship it was for youBut if it turns out you had to carry things to this extreme to be rid of that damn thingthen I really do wonderwell, if it's the best trade-off imaginable
"You can't explain away what I've done by motives, DaddyI certainly wouldn't explain away what you've done by motives
"But I do have motives
"You cannot reduce the journey of a soul to that kind of psychologyIt is not worthy of you
"Then you explain itExplain it to me, pleaseHow tiffany diamond do you explain that when you took all thiswhat looks to me like misery and nothing more, that when you did that, took upon yourself real suffering, which is all this is, suffering that you have chosen, Merry, real suffering and nothing more or less than suffering"--his voice was wavering but on he went, reasonable, reasonable, responsible, responsible--"then, only then--do you see what I'm saying?--the stutter vanished?"
"I've told youI am done with craving and selfhood
"Sweet, sweet child and girl He sat down amid the filth of the floor, helpless to do anything other than try to his utmost not to lose control In the tiny room, where they now sat no more than an arm's length from each other, there was no light other than what fell through the dirty transomShe lived without zucca spy fendi bag li
That afternoon time had been invented for the...
That afternoon time had been invented for the mystification of no one but us Inside the commemorative mug presented by Selma to each of us as we were departing were half a dozen little rugelach in an orange tissue-paper sack, neatly enclosed in orange cellophane and tied shut with striped curling ribbon of orange and brown, the school colorsThe rugelach, as fresh as any I'd ever snacked on at home after school--back then baked by the recipe broker of her mahjongg club, my mother--were a gift from one of our class members, a Teaneck bakerWithin five minutes of leaving the reun-46 ion, I'd undone the double wrapping and eaten all six rugelach, each a snail of sugar-dusted pastry dough, the cinammon-lined chambers microscopically studded with midget raisins and chopped walnutsBy rapidly devouring mouthful after mouthful of these crumbs whose floury richness--blended of butter and sour cream and vanilla and cream cheese and egg yolk and sugar--I'd loved since childhood, perhaps I'd find vanishing from Nathan what, according to Proust, vanished from Marcel the instant he recognized "the savour of the little madeleine": the apprehensive-ness of death"A mere taste," Proust writes, and "the word 'death' So, greedily I ate, gluttonously, refusing to curtail for a moment this wolfish intake of saturated fat but, in the end, having nothing like Marcel's luck Let's speak further of death and of the desire--understandably in the aging a desperate desire--to forestall death, to resist it, to resort to whatever means are necessary to see death with anything, anything, anything but clarity: One of the boys up from Florida--according to the reunion booklet we each received at the door, twenty-six out of a graduating class of a hundred and seventy-six were now living in Floridaa good sign, meant we still had more people in Florida (six more) than we had who were dead
Archer noticed that his wife's way of showing...
Archer noticed that his wife's way of showing herself at her ease with foreigners was to become more uncompromisingly local in her references, so that, though her loveliness was an encouragement to admiration, her conversation was a chill to reparteeThe Vicar soon abandoned the struggle
Out of the skins he supplied they cut and sewed...
Out of the skins he supplied they cut and sewed ladies' gloves that he peddled around the stateBy the time the war broke out, he had a collective of Italian families cutting and stitching kid gloves in a small loft on West Market StreetIt was a marginal business, no real money, until, in 1942, the bonanza: a black, lined sheepskin dress glove, ordered by the Women's Army CorpsHe leased the old umbrella factory, a smoke-darkened brick pile fifty years old and four stories high on Central Avenue and 2nd Street, and very shortly purchased it outright, leasing the top floor to a zipper companyNewark Maid began pumping out gloves, and every two or three days the truck backed up and took them away A cause for jubilation even greater than the government contract was the Bamberger accountNewark Maid cracked Bamber-ger's, and then became the major manufacturer of their fine ladies' gloves, because of an unlikely encounter between Lou Levov and Louis BambergerAt a ceremonial dinner for Meyer Ellenstein, a city commissioner since 1933 and the only Jew ever to be mayor of Newark, some higher-up from Barn's, hearing that Swede Levov's father was present, came over to congratulate him on his boy's selection by the Newark News as an all-county center in basketballAlert to the opportunity of a lifetime--the opportunity to cut through all obstructions and go right to the top--Lou Levov brazenly talked his way into an introduction, right there at the Ellenstein dinner, to the legendary LBamberger himself, founder of Newark's most prestigious department store gucci g watch and the philanthropist who'd given the city its museum, a powerful personage as meaningful to local Jews as Bernard Baruch was meaningful to Jews around the country for his close association with FDRAccording to the gossip that permeated the neighborhood, although Bamberger barely did more than shake Lou Levov's hand and quiz him (about the Swede) for a couple of minutes at most, Lou Levov had dared to say to his face, "MrBamberger, we've got the quality, we've got the price--why can't we sell you people gloves?" And before the month was out, Barn's had placed an order with Newark Maid, its first, for five hundred dozen pairs By the end of the warNewark Maid had established itself--in no small part because of Swede Levov's athletic achievement--as one of the most respected names in ladies' gloves south of Gloversville, New York, the center of the glove trade, where Lou Levov shipped his hides by rail, through Fultonville, to be tanned by the best glove tannery in the businessLittle more than a decade later, with the opening of a factory in Puerto Rico in 1958, the Swede would himself become the young president of the company, commuting every morning down to Central Avenue from his home some thirty-odd miles west of Newark, out past the suburbs--a short-range pioneer living on a hundred-acre farm on a back road in the sparsely habitated hills beyond Morristown, in wealthy, rural Old Rimrock, New Jersey, a long way from the tannery floor where Grandfather Levov had begun in America, paring away from the true skin the rubbery flesh that had bay bag chloe ghoulishly swelled to twice its thickness in the great lime vats The day after graduating Weequahic in June '45, the Swede had joined the Marine Corps, eager to be in on the fighting that ended the warIt was rumored that his parents were beside themselves and did everything to talk him out of the marines and get him into the navyEven if he surmounted the notorious Marine Corps anti-Semitism, did he imagine himself surviving the invasion of Japan? But the Swede would not be dissuaded from meeting the manly, patriotic challenge--secretly set for himself just after Pearl Harbor--of going off to fight as one of the toughest of the tough should the country still be at war when he graduated high schoolHe was just finishing up his boot training at Parris Island, South Carolina--where the scuttlebutt was that the marines were to hit the Japanese beaches on March 1, 1946--when the atomic bomb was dropped on HiroshimaAs a result, the Swede got to spend the rest of his hitch as a "recreation specialist" right there on Parris IslandHe ran the calisthenic drill for his battalion for half an hour before breakfast every morning, arranged for the boxing smokers to entertain the recruits a couple of nights a week, and the bulk of the time played for the base team against armed forces teams throughout the South, basketball all winter long, baseball all summer longHe was stationed down in South Carolina about a year when he became engaged to an Irish Catholic girl whose father, a marine major and a one-time Purdue football coach, had procured him the cushy job as louis vuitton diaper bags drill instructor in order to keep him at Parris Island to play ballSeveral months before the Swede's discharge, his own father made a trip to Parris Island, stayed for a full week, near the base at the hotel in Beaufort, and departed only when the engagement to Miss Dunleavy had been broken offThe Swede returned home in '47 to enroll at Upsala College, in East Orange, at twenty unencumbered by a Gentile wife and all the more glamorously heroic for having made his mark as a Jewish marine--a drill instructor no less, and at arguably the crudest military training camp anywhere in the worldMarines are made at boot camp, and Seymour Irving Levov had helped to make them We knew all this because the mystique of the Swede lived on in the corridors and classrooms of the high school, where I was by then a studentI remember two or three times one spring trekking out with friends to Viking Field in East Orange to watch the Upsala baseball team play a Saturday home gameTheir star cleanup hitter and first baseman was the SwedeThree home runs one day against MuhlenbergWhenever we saw a man in the stands wearing a suit and a hat we would whisper to one another, "A scout, a scout!" I was away at college when I heard from a schoolyard pal still living in the neighborhood that the Swede had been offered a contract with a Double A Giant farm club but had turned it down to join his father's company insteadLater I learned through my parents about the Swede's marriage to Miss New JerseyBefore competing at Atlantic City for the 1949 Miss America title, she had been omega planet ocean watches Miss Union County, and before that Spring Queen at Upsala One night in the summer of 1985, while visiting New York, I went out to see the Mets play the Astros, and while circling the stadium with my friends, looking for the gate to our seats, I saw the Swede, thirty-six years older than when I'd watched him play ball for UpsalaHe wore a white shirt, a striped tie, and a charcoal-gray summer suit, and he was still terrifically handsomeThe golden hair was a shade or two darker but not any thinner
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Out of the skins he supplied they cut and sewed ladies' gloves that he peddled around the stateBy the time the war broke out, he had a collective of Italian families cutting and stitching kid gloves in a small loft on West Market StreetIt was a marginal business, no real money, until, in 1942, the bonanza: a black, lined sheepskin dress glove, ordered by the Women's Army CorpsHe leased the old umbrella factory, a smoke-darkened brick pile fifty years old and four stories high on Central Avenue and 2nd Street, and very shortly purchased it outright, leasing the top floor to a zipper companyNewark Maid began pumping out gloves, and every two or three days the truck backed up and took them away A cause for jubilation even greater than the government contract was the Bamberger accountNewark Maid cracked Bamber-ger's, and then became the major manufacturer of their fine ladies' gloves, because of an unlikely encounter between Lou Levov and Louis BambergerAt a ceremonial dinner for Meyer Ellenstein, a city commissioner since 1933 and the only Jew ever to be mayor of Newark, some higher-up from Barn's, hearing that Swede Levov's father was present, came over to congratulate him on his boy's selection by the Newark News as an all-county center in basketballAlert to the opportunity of a lifetime--the opportunity to cut through all obstructions and go right to the top--Lou Levov brazenly talked his way into an introduction, right there at the Ellenstein dinner, to the legendary LBamberger himself, founder of Newark's most prestigious department store chanel quilted handbag and the philanthropist who'd given the city its museum, a powerful personage as meaningful to local Jews as Bernard Baruch was meaningful to Jews around the country for his close association with FDRAccording to the gossip that permeated the neighborhood, although Bamberger barely did more than shake Lou Levov's hand and quiz him (about the Swede) for a couple of minutes at most, Lou Levov had dared to say to his face, "MrBamberger, we've got the quality, we've got the price--why can't we sell you people gloves?" And before the month was out, Barn's had placed an order with Newark Maid, its first, for five hundred dozen pairs By the end of the warNewark Maid had established itself--in no small part because of Swede Levov's athletic achievement--as one of the most respected names in ladies' gloves south of Gloversville, New York, the center of the glove trade, where Lou Levov shipped his hides by rail, through Fultonville, to be tanned by the best glove tannery in the businessLittle more than a decade later, with the opening of a factory in Puerto Rico in 1958, the Swede would himself become the young president of the company, commuting every morning down to Central Avenue from his home some thirty-odd miles west of Newark, out past the suburbs--a short-range pioneer living on a hundred-acre farm on a back road in the sparsely habitated hills beyond Morristown, in wealthy, rural Old Rimrock, New Jersey, a long way from the tannery floor where Grandfather Levov had begun in America, paring away from the true skin the rubbery flesh that had prada fairy bag ghoulishly swelled to twice its thickness in the great lime vats The day after graduating Weequahic in June '45, the Swede had joined the Marine Corps, eager to be in on the fighting that ended the warIt was rumored that his parents were beside themselves and did everything to talk him out of the marines and get him into the navyEven if he surmounted the notorious Marine Corps anti-Semitism, did he imagine himself surviving the invasion of Japan? But the Swede would not be dissuaded from meeting the manly, patriotic challenge--secretly set for himself just after Pearl Harbor--of going off to fight as one of the toughest of the tough should the country still be at war when he graduated high schoolHe was just finishing up his boot training at Parris Island, South Carolina--where the scuttlebutt was that the marines were to hit the Japanese beaches on March 1, 1946--when the atomic bomb was dropped on HiroshimaAs a result, the Swede got to spend the rest of his hitch as a "recreation specialist" right there on Parris IslandHe ran the calisthenic drill for his battalion for half an hour before breakfast every morning, arranged for the boxing smokers to entertain the recruits a couple of nights a week, and the bulk of the time played for the base team against armed forces teams throughout the South, basketball all winter long, baseball all summer longHe was stationed down in South Carolina about a year when he became engaged to an Irish Catholic girl whose father, a marine major and a one-time Purdue football coach, had procured him the cushy job as black spy bag drill instructor in order to keep him at Parris Island to play ballSeveral months before the Swede's discharge, his own father made a trip to Parris Island, stayed for a full week, near the base at the hotel in Beaufort, and departed only when the engagement to Miss Dunleavy had been broken offThe Swede returned home in '47 to enroll at Upsala College, in East Orange, at twenty unencumbered by a Gentile wife and all the more glamorously heroic for having made his mark as a Jewish marine--a drill instructor no less, and at arguably the crudest military training camp anywhere in the worldMarines are made at boot camp, and Seymour Irving Levov had helped to make them We knew all this because the mystique of the Swede lived on in the corridors and classrooms of the high school, where I was by then a studentI remember two or three times one spring trekking out with friends to Viking Field in East Orange to watch the Upsala baseball team play a Saturday home gameTheir star cleanup hitter and first baseman was the SwedeThree home runs one day against MuhlenbergWhenever we saw a man in the stands wearing a suit and a hat we would whisper to one another, "A scout, a scout!" I was away at college when I heard from a schoolyard pal still living in the neighborhood that the Swede had been offered a contract with a Double A Giant farm club but had turned it down to join his father's company insteadLater I learned through my parents about the Swede's marriage to Miss New JerseyBefore competing at Atlantic City for the 1949 Miss America title, she had been fake fendi spy bag Miss Union County, and before that Spring Queen at Upsala One night in the summer of 1985, while visiting New York, I went out to see the Mets play the Astros, and while circling the stadium with my friends, looking for the gate to our seats, I saw the Swede, thirty-six years older than when I'd watched him play ball for UpsalaHe wore a white shirt, a striped tie, and a charcoal-gray summer suit, and he was still terrifically handsomeThe golden hair was a shade or two darker but not any thinner
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Ellen Olenska was like no other woman, he was like no other man: their situation, therefore, resembled no one else's, and they were answerable to no tribunal but that of their own judgment
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Archer's serene unimaginativeness rested easily...
Archer's serene unimaginativeness rested easily in the accepted and familiar, Janey was subject to starts and aberrations of fancy welling up from springs of suppressed romance
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