All the King's Men - Robert Penn Warren [155]
Adam waited, sitting straight up in his chair.
The Boss, leaning back in one of the overstuffed wrecks, didn’t seem to be in ant hurry. But he finally said, “Well, Doc, what do you think of it?”
“Of what?” Adam demanded.
“Of my hospital?”
“I think it will do the people of the state some good,” he said. Then added, “And get you some votes.”
“You can forget about the vote side of it,” the Boss said. “There are lots of ways to get votes, son.”
“So I understand,” Adam said. Then he handed the Boss another big chunk of silence to admire.
The Boss admired it awhile, then said, “Yeah, it’ll do some good. But not too much unless you take over.”
“I won’t stand any interference,” Adam said, and bit the sentence off.
“Don’t worry,” the Boss laughed. “I might fire you, boy, but I wouldn’t interfere.”
“If that is a threat,” Adam said, and the pale-blue blaze flickered up in his eyes, “you have wasted your time by coming here. You know my opinions of this administration. They have been no secret. And they will be no secret in the future. You understand that?”
“Doc,” the Boss said, “Doc, you just don’t understand politics. I’ll be frank with you. I could run this state and ten more like it with you howling on every street corner like a hound with a sore tail. No offense. But you just don’t understand.”
“I understand some things,” Adam said grimly, and the jaw set.
“And some you don’t, just like I don’t, but one thing I understand and you don’t is what makes the mare go. I can make the mare go. And one more thing, now we are taking down our hair–” The Boss suddenly stopped, cocked his head, leered at Adam, then demanded, “Or are we?”
“You said there was one more thing,” Adam replied, ignoring the question, sitting straight in his chair.
“Yeah, one more thing. But look here, Doc–you know Hugh Miller?”
“Yes,” Adam said, “yes, I know him.”
“Well, he was in with me–yeah, Attorney General–and he resigned. And you know why?” But he went on without waiting for the answer. “He resigned because he wanted to keep his little hands clean. He wanted the bricks but he just didn’t know somebody has to paddle in the mud to make ’em. He was like somebody that just loves beefsteak but just can’t bear to go to a slaughter pen because there are some bad, rough men down there who aren’t animal lovers and who ought to be reported to the S.P.C.A. Well, he resigned.”
I watched Adam’s face. It was white and stony, as though carved out of some slick stone. He was like a man braced to hear what the jury foreman was going to say. Or what the doctor was going to say. Adam must have seen a lot of faces like that in his time. He must have had to look into them and tell them what he had to tell.
“Yeah,” the Boss said, “he resigned. He was one of those guys wants everything and wants everything two ways at once. You know the kind, Doc?”
He flicked a look over at Adam, like a man flicking a fly over by the willows in the trout stream. But there wasn’t any strike.
“Yeah, old Hugh–he never learned that you can’t have everything. That you can have mighty little. And you never have anything you don’t make. Just because he inherited a little money and the name Miller he thought you could have everything. Yeah, and he wanted the one last damned thing you can’t inherit. And you know what it is?” He stared at Adam’s face.
“What?” Adam said, after a long pause.
“Goodness. Yeah, just plain, simple goodness. Well you can’t inherit that from anybody. You got to make it, Doc. If you want it. And you got to make it out of badness. Badness. And you know why, Doc?” He raised his bulk up in the broken-down wreck of an overstuffed chair he was in, and leaned forward, his hands on his knees, his elbows cocked out, his head outthrust and the hair coming down to his eyes, and stared into Adam’s face. “Out of badness,” he repeated. “And you know why? Because there isn’t anything else to make it out of.” Then, sinking back into the wreck, he asked, softly, “Did you know that, Doc?”
Adam didn’t say a word.
Then the Boss asked, softer still, almost whispering, “Did you know that, Doc?