All the King's Men - Robert Penn Warren [184]
“Now, too, Jack, I guess I could do it now, too. But it’s different, too.”
“Different?”
“Oh, Jack,” she exclaimed, and for the first time, at least the first time I ever remembered, made the gesture of lifting her hands to her temples, that gesture to control distraction which was never to become characteristic but which I was to see again. “Oh, Jack,” she said again, “things have happened, so much has happened. Since then.”
“What has happened?”
“Oh, it’s just that getting married isn’t like jumping off a cliff. Love isn’t either, isn’t like jumping off a cliff. Or getting drowned. It’s–it’s–oh, I don’t know how to say it–it’s trying to live, it’s having a way to live.”
“Money,” I said, “if it’s money you–”
“It’s not money,” she interrupted, “I don’t mean money–oh, Jack, if you only could see what I mean!”
“Well, I’m not going to get a job with Patton or anybody round here. Or have them get me a job. Not even Irwin. I’ll get a job, I don’t care what kind, but not with them.”
“Darling,” she said tiredly, “I’m not trying to make you come here. Or get a job with Patton. Or anybody. I want you to do what you want. Just so it is something. Even if you don’t make money. I told you I’d live in a shack.”
So I went back to the Law School and by dint of consistent effort succeeded in busting out before the end of the year. It took a lot of attention to get busted out, for a man just can’t achieve that by the ordinary means at State. He has to work at it. I could have simply resigned, of course, but if you simply drop out or resign, you might be able to come back. So I busted out. Then while I was celebrating my busting out and was pretty sure Anne would be sore and throw me over, I got involved with a pal of mine and two girls and there was a small scandal, which got into the papers. I was an ex-student then, and so the University couldn’t do anything about it. Anne didn’t do anything either, for I guess I was an ex-Jackie-Bird by that time.
So Anne went her way and I went mine. My way was to work for a newspaper and hang around the lower part of the city and read books on American history. Finally I was taking courses at the University again, just spare time at first, then seriously. I was entering the enchantments of the past. For a while it looked as though Anne and I had made it up, but somehow a gear slipped and it was like before. I didn’t finish the Ph.D. So I went back to the Chronicle, where I was reported and a damned good one. I even got married. To Lois, who was damned good looking, a lot better looking, I suppose, that Anne, and juicy while Anne was inclined to bone and muscle under flesh. Lois looked edible, and you knew it was tender all the way through, a kind of mystic combination of filet mignon and a Georgia peach aching for the tongue and ready to bleed gold. Lois married me for reasons best known to herself. But one was, I am sure, tat my name was Burden. I am forced to this conclusion by the process of elimination. It could not have been my beauty, grace, charm, wit, intellect, and learning, for, in the first place, my beauty, grace, and charm, were not great, and in the second place, Lois didn’t have the slightest interest in wit, intellect, and learning. Even if I had had them. It could not have been my mother’s money, for Lois’s own widowed mother had plenty of money, which Lois’s father had made from a lucky was contract for gravel, a little too late to give those things called advantages to his daughter at her most impressionable age. So it must have been the name of Burden.
Unless it was that Lois was in love with me. I put this possibility in the list merely for logical and schematic completeness, for I am quite sure that the only things Lois knew about love was how to spell the word ad how to make the physiological adjustments traditionally associated with the idea. She did not spell very well, but she made those adjustments with great skill and relish. The relish was nature, but the skill was art, and ars longa est. I knew this despite the very expert and sustained histrionics of which Lois was capable. I knew it, but I succeeded in burying it out in the back yard of my mind, like a rat that has been caught in the pantry gnawing the cheese. I didn