BERGERON"S EPITAPH FOR the planet, I remember, which he said should be carved in big letters in a wall of the Grand Canyon for the flying-saucer people to find, was this: WE COULD HAVE SAVED IT,.
BUT WE WERE TOO DOGGONE CHEAP.
Only he didn"t say "doggone."
BUT I WOULD never see or hear from Ed Bergeron again. He resigned from the Board soon after I was fired, and so would miss being taken hostage by the convicts. It would have been interesting to hear what he had to say to and about that particular kind of captor. One thing he used to say to me, and to a cla.s.s of mine he spoke to one time, was that man was the weather now. Man was the tornadoes, man was the hailstones, man was the floods. So he might have said that Scipio was Pompeii, and the escapees were a lava flow.
He didn"t resign from the Board on account of my firing. He had at least two personal tragedies, one right on top of the other. A company he inherited made all sorts of products out of asbestos, whose dust proved to be as carcinogenic as any substance yet identified, with the exception of epoxy cement and some of the radioactive stuff accidentally turned loose in the air and aquifers around nuclear weapons factories and power plants. He felt terrible about this, he told me, although he had never laid eyes on any of the factories that made the stuff. He sold them for practically nothing, since the company in Singapore that bought them got all the lawsuits along with the machinery and buildings, and an inventory of finished materials which was huge and unsalable in this country. The people in Singapore did what Ed couldn"t bring himself to do, which was to sell all those floor tiles and roofing and so on to emerging nations in Africa.
And then his son Bruce, Tarkington Cla.s.s of "85, who was a h.o.m.os.e.xual, joined the Ice Capades as a chorus boy. That was all right with Ed, who understood that some people were born h.o.m.os.e.xual and that was that. And Bruce was so happy with the ice show. He was not only a good skater but maybe the best male or female dancer at Tarkington. Bruce used to come over to the house and dance with my mother-in-law sometimes, just for the sake of dancing. He said she was the best dance partner he had ever had, and she returned the compliment.
I didn"t tell her when, 4 years after he graduated, he was found strangled with his own belt, and with something like 100 stab wounds, in a motel outside of Dubuque. So there was Dubuque again.
18.
SHAKESPEARE.
I THINK WILLIAM Shakespeare was the wisest human being I ever heard of. To be perfectly frank, though, that"s not saying much. We are impossibly conceited animals, and actually dumb as heck. Ask any teacher. You don"t even have to ask a teacher. Ask anybody. Dogs and cats are smarter than we are.
If I say that the Trustees of Tarkington College were dummies, and that the people who got us involved in the Vietnam War were dummies, I hope it is understood that I consider myself the biggest dummy of all. Look at where I am now, and how hard I worked to get here and nowhere else. Bingo!
And if I feel that my father was a horse"s fundament and my mother was a horse"s fundament, what can I be but another horse"s fundament? Ask my kids, both legitimate and illegitimate. They know.
I DIDN"T HAVE a Chinaman"s chance with the Trustees, if I may be forgiven a racist cliche-not with the s.e.x stuff Wilder had concealed in the folder. When I defended myself against him, I had no idea how well armed he was-a basic situation in the funniest slapstick comedies.
I argued that it was a teacher"s duty to speak frankly to students of college age about all sorts of concerns of humankind, not just the subject of a course as stated in the catalogue. "That"s how we gain their trust, and encourage them to speak up as well," I said, "and realize that all subjects do not reside in neat little compartments, but are continuous and inseparable from the one big subject we have been put on Earth to study, which is life itself."
I said that the doubts I might have raised in the students" minds about the virtues of the Free Enterprise System, when telling them what my grandfather believed, could in the long run only strengthen their enthusiasm for that system. It made them think up reasons of their own for why Free Enterprise was the only system worth considering. "People are never stronger," I said, "than when they have thought up their own arguments for believing what they believe. They stand on their own 2 feet that way."
"Did you or did you not say that the United States was a crock of doo-doo?" said Wilder.
I had to think a minute. This wasn"t something Kimberley had gotten on tape. "What I may have said," I replied, "is that all nations bigger than Denmark are crocks of doo-doo, but that was a joke, of course."
I NOW STAND behind that statement 100 percent. All nations bigger than Denmark are crocks of doo-doo.
JASON WILDER HAD heard enough. He asked the Trustees to pa.s.s the folder from hand to hand down the table to me. He said, "Before you see what"s inside, you should know that this Board promised me that its contents would never be mentioned outside this room. It will remain in your sole possession, provided that you submit your resignation immediately."
"My goodness-" I said, "what could be in here? And what made Tex Johnson run out of the room the way he did?"
"The bottommost doc.u.ment," said Wilder, "was painful for him to read."
"What can it be?" I said. I honestly couldn"t imagine how I might have caused Tex pain. When I made love to his wife, I only wanted to make the 2 of us happier. I didn"t think of her as somebody"s wife. When I make love to a woman, the farthest thing from my mind is whom she may be married to. I can"t speak for Zuzu, but I myself had no wish to cause Tex even a little pain. When Zuzu spoke contemptuously of him, I had to remember who he was, and then I stuck up for him.
MY FIRST IMPRESSION of the bottommost doc.u.ment in the folder is that it was a timetable of some sort, maybe for the bus from Scipio to Rochester, a not very subtle hint that I should get out of town as soon as possible. But then I realized that what was doing all the arriving and departing was me, and that the depot, so to speak, was the home of the College President.
The accuracy of the times and dates was attested to by Terrence W. Steel, Jr., whom I had known simply as Terry. I hadn"t known his full name, and believed him to be what he was said to be, a new gardener working for Buildings and Grounds. He was in fact the private detective Wilder hired to get the goods on me. What little he had told me about himself may have been invented by GRIOT, or much of it could have been true. Who knows? Who cares?
He told me, I remember, that his wife had discovered she was a lesbian, and fell in love with a female junior high school diet.i.tian. Then both women disappeared along with his 3 kids. GRIOT could have cooked that up.
THE TIMETABLE ABOUT me and Zuzu was signed by the detective and notarized. I knew the Notary. Everybody did. He was Lyle Hooper, the Fire Chief and owner of the Black Cat Cafe. He, too, would be killed soon after the prison break. That doc.u.ment with his seal was all I needed to see in order to understand that my tenure was down the toilet.
Wilder said that the rest of the papers in the folder were affidavits gathered by his detective. They attested to my having been a shameless adulterer from the moment I and my family hit Scipio. "I expect you to agree with me," he said, "that your behavior in this valley would fall dead center into even the narrowest definition of moral turpitude."
I put the folder flat on the table to indicate that I had no need to look inside. My gesture was like folding a poker hand. In so doing, I would lay it on top of the school"s annual Treasurer"s Report, one copy of which had been put at every seat before the meeting. I would inadvertently take the report with me when I left, learning later from it something I hadn"t known before. The college had sold all its property in the town below, including the ruins of the brewery and the wagon factory and the carpet mills and the land under the Black Cat Cafe, to the same j.a.panese corporation which owned the prison.
AND THEN THE Treasurer had put the proceeds of the sale, less real estate commissions and lawyers" fees, into preferred stock in Microsecond Arbitrage.
"THIS IS NOT a happy moment in my life," said Wilder.
"Nor mine," I said.
"Unfortunately for all of us," he said, "the moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on."
"You said a mouthful," I said.
Now the Chairman of the Board, Robert Moellenkamp, spoke up. He was illiterate, but legendary among Tarkingtonians, and no doubt back home, too, for his phenomenal memory. Like the father of the founder of the college, his ancestor, he could learn by heart anything that was read out loud to him 3 times or so. I knew several convicts at Athena, also illiterate, who could do that, too.
He wanted to quote Shakespeare now. "I want it on the record," he said, "that this has been an extremely painful episode for me as well." And then he delivered this speech from Shakespeare"s Romeo and Juliet, Romeo and Juliet, in which the dying Mercutio, Romeo"s gallant and witty best friend, describes the wound he received in a duel: in which the dying Mercutio, Romeo"s gallant and witty best friend, describes the wound he received in a duel: "No, "tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but "tis enough, "twill serve: ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague on both your houses!"
The two houses, of course, were the Montagues and the Capulets, the feuding families of Romeo and Juliet, whose nitwit hatred would indirectly cause Mercutio"s departure for Paradise.
I HAVE LIFTED this speech from Bartlett"s Familiar Quotations. Familiar Quotations. If more people would acknowledge that they got their pearls of wisdom from that book instead of the original, it might clear the air. If more people would acknowledge that they got their pearls of wisdom from that book instead of the original, it might clear the air.
IF THERE REALLY had been a Mercutio, and if there really were a Paradise, Mercutio might be hanging out with teenage Vietnam draftee casualties now, talking about what it felt like to die for other people"s vanity and foolishness.
19.
WHEN I HEARD a few months later, after I had gone to work at Athena, that Robert Moellenkamp had been wiped out and then some by Microsecond Arbitrage, and had had to sell his boats and his horses and his El Greco and all that, I a.s.sumed he quit the Board. Tarkington"s Trustees were expected to give a lot of money to the college every year. Otherwise why would Lowell Chung"s mother, who had to have everything that was said at meetings translated into Chinese, have been tolerated as a member of the Board?
Actually, I don"t think Mrs. Chung would have become a member if another Trustee, a Caucasian Tarkington cla.s.smate of Moellenkamp"s, John W. Fedders, Jr., hadn"t grown up in Hong Kong, and so could serve as her interpreter. His father was an importer of ivory and rhinoceros horns, which many Orientals believed to be aphrodisiacs. He also traded, it was suspected, in industrial quant.i.ties of opium. Fedders was perhaps the most conceited man I ever saw out of uniform. He thought his fluency in Chinese made him as brilliant as a nuclear physicist, as though 1,000,000,000 other people, including, no doubt, 1,000,000 morons, couldn"t speak Chinese.
When I met with the Trustees 2 years ago, and they had become hostages in the stable, I was surprised to see Moellenkamp. He had been allowed to stay on the Board, even though he didn"t have a nickel. Mrs. Chung had dropped out by then. Fedders was there. Wilder, as I"ve said, had since become a Trustee. There were some other new Trustees I didn"t know.
ALL THE TRUSTEES survived the ordeal of captivity, with nothing to eat but horse meat roasted over burning furniture in the huge fireplace in the Pavilion, although Fedders would be the worse for an untreated heart attack. While he was going through the worst of it, he spoke Chinese.
I WOULDN"T BE under indictment now if I hadn"t paid a compa.s.sionate visit to the hostages. They wouldn"t have known that I was within 1,000 kilometers of Scipio. But when I appeared to them, seemingly free to come and go as I pleased, and treated with deference by the Black man who was actually guarding me, they jumped to the conclusion that I was the mastermind behind the great escape.
It was a racist conclusion, based on the belief that Black people couldn"t mastermind anything. I will say so in court.
IN VIETNAM, THOUGH, I really was the mastermind. Yes, and that still bothers me. During my last year there, when my ammunition was language instead of bullets, I invented justifications for all the killing and dying we were doing which impressed even me! I was a genius of lethal hocus pocus!
You want to know how I used to begin my speeches to fresh troops who hadn"t yet been fed into the meat grinder? I squared my shoulders and threw out my chest so they could see all my ribbons, and I roared through a bullhorn, "Men, I want you to listen, and to listen good!"
And they did, they did.
I HAVE BEEN wondering lately how many human beings I actually killed with conventional weaponry. I don"t believe it was my conscience which suggested that I do this. It was the list of women I was making, trying to remember all the names and faces and places and dates, which led to the logical question: "Why not list all you"ve killed?"
So I think I will. It can"t be a list of names, since I never knew the name of anybody I killed. It has to be a list of dates and places. If my list of women isn"t to include high school or prost.i.tutes, then my list of those whose lives I took shouldn"t include possibles and probables, or those killed by artillery or air strikes called in by me, and surely not all those, many of them Americans, who died as an indirect result of all my hocus pocus, all my blah blah blah.
I HAVE LONG had a sort of ballpark figure in my head. I am quite sure that I killed more people than did my brother-in-law. I hadn"t been working as a teacher at Athena very long before it occurred to me that I had almost certainly killed more people than had the ma.s.s murderer Alton Darwin or anybody else serving time in there. That didn"t trouble me, and still doesn"t. I just think it is interesting.
It is like an old movie. Does that mean that something is wrong with me?
MY LAWYER, A mere stripling, has paid me a call. Since I have no money, the Federal Government is paying him to protect me from injustice. Moreover, I cannot be tortured or otherwise compelled to testify against myself. What a Utopia!
Among my fellow prisoners here, and the 1,000s upon 1,000s of those across the lake, you better believe there"s a lot of jubilation about the Bill of Rights.
I TOLD MY lawyer about the two lists I am making. How can he help me if I don"t tell him everything.
"Why are you making them?" he said.
"To speed things up on Judgment Day," I said.
"I thought you were an Atheist," he said. He was hoping the Prosecuting Attorney wouldn"t get wind of that.
"You never know," I said.
"I"m Jewish," he said.
"I know that, and I pity you," I said.
"Why do you pity me?" he said.
I said, "You"re trying to get through life with only half a Bible. That"s like trying to get from here to San Francisco with a road map that stops at Dubuque, Iowa."
I TOLD HIM I wanted to be buried with my 2 lists, so that, if there really was going to be a Judgment Day, I could say to the Judge, "Judge, I have found a way to save you some precious time in Eternity. You don"t have to look me up in the Book in Which All Things Are Recorded. Here"s a list of my worst sins. Send me straight to h.e.l.l, and no argument."
He asked to see the 2 lists, so I showed him what I had written down so far. He was delighted, and especially by their messiness. There were all sorts of marginal notes about this or that woman or this or that corpse.
"The messier the better," he said.
"How so?" I said.
And he said, "Any fair-minded jury looking at them will have to believe that you are in a deeply disturbed mental state, and probably have been for quite some time. They will already believe that all you Vietnam veterans are crazy, because that"s their reputation."
"But the lists aren"t based on hallucinations," I protested. "I"m not getting them from a radio set the CIA or the flying-saucer people put in my skull while I was sleeping. It all really happened."
"All the same," he said serenely. "All the same, all the same."
20.
AFTER ROBERT MOELLENKAMP, broke-and-didn"t-know-it, said so grandly, "A plague on both your houses!" Jason Wilder commented that he did not feel, in the case under discussion, my case, that 2 houses were involved.
"I don"t believe there is 2 of anything involved," he said. "I venture to say that even Mr. Hartke now agrees that this Board cannot conceive of any alternative to accepting his resignation. Am I right, Mr. Hartke?"