WE DEFEHE CITY as best we could. The arrows of the anches came in clouds. The war clubs of the anches clattered on the soft, yellow pavements. There were earthworks along the Boulevard Mark Clark and the hedges had been laced with sparkling wire. People were trying to uand. I spoke to Sylvia. "Do you think this is a good life?" The table held apples, books, long-playing records. She looked up. "No."
Patrols of paras and volunteers with armbands guarded the tall, flat buildings. We interrogated the captured awo of us forced his head back while another poured water into his nostrils. His body jerked, he choked a. Not believ?ing a hurried, careless, and exaggerated report of the number of casualties ier districts where trees, lamps, swans had been reduced to clear fields of fire we issued entreng tools to those who seemed trustworthy and turhe heavy-ons panies so that we could not be surprised from that dire. And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love. We talked.
"Do you know Faures Dolly?"
"Would that be Gabriel Faure?"
"It would."
"Then I know it," she said. "May I say that I play it at certain times, when I am sad, or happy, al?though it requires four hands."
"How is that managed?"
"I accelerate," she said, "ign the time signa?ture."
And when they shot the se in the bed I won?dered how you felt uhe eyes of the camera?men, grips, juicers, men in the mixing booth: ex?cited? stimulated? And when they shot the se in the shower I sanded a hollow-core door w carefully against the illustrations is and whis?pered instrus from one who had already solved the problem. I had made after all other tables, one while living with Nancy, one while liv?ing with Alice, one while living with Eunice, one while living with Marianne.
Red men in waves like people scattering in a square startled by something tragic or a sudden, loud noise accumulated against the barricades we had made of window dummies, silk, thoughtfully planned job descriptions (including scales for the orderly progress of other colors), wine in demi?johns, and robes. I analyzed the position of the barricade me and found two ashtrays, ce?ramie dark brown and one dark brown with an e blur at the lip; a tin frying pan; two-litre bottles of red wihree-quarter-litre bottles of Black & White, aquavit, ac, vodka, gin, Fad #6 sherry; a hollow-core door in birch veneer on black wrought-iron legs; a bla, red-e with faint blue stripes; a red pillow and a blue pillow; a woven straw wastebasket; two glass jars for flow?ers; corkscrews and openers; two plates and two cups, ceramic, dark brown; a yellourple poster; a Yugoslavian carved flute, wood, dark brown; and other items. I decided I knew nothing.
The hospitals dusted wounds with powders the worth of which was not quite established, other supplies having been exhausted early in the first day. I decided I knew nothing. Friends put me in touch with a Miss R., a teacher, unorthodox they said, excellent they said, successful with difficult cases, steel shutters on the windows made the house safe. I had just learned via an Iional Distress Coupon that Jane had beeen up by a dwarf in a bar on Tenerife but Miss R. did not allow me to speak of it. "You know nothing," she said, "you feel nothing, you are locked in a most savage and terrible ignorance, I despise you, my boy, mon cher, my heart. You may attend but you must not attend now, you must attend later, a d