All the King's Men - Robert Penn Warren [72]
The image I got in my head that day was the image of her face lying in the water, very smooth, with the eyes closed, under the dark greenish-purple sky, with the white gull passing over.
This is not to say that I fell in love with Anne that day. She was a kid then. That came later. But the image would have been there if I had never fallen in love with her, or had never seen her again, or had grown to detest her. There were times afterwards when I was not in love with Anne. Anne told me she wouldn’t marry me, and after a while I married Lois who was a better-looking girl than Anne, the kind they turn around on the street to see, and I was in love with Lois. But the image was there all the time, growing brighter as the veils were withdrawn and making the promise of a greater brightness.
So when I stepped out of the pine grove, that drizzly early spring afternoon a long time afterward, and saw the charred log on the white sand where a picnic had been, I remembered the picnic back in the summer of 1915, the last picnic we had before I left home to go to college.
I wasn’t going such a hell of a long way to college. Just up to the State University.
“Oh, Son,” my mother said, “why don’t you be sensible and go to Harvard or Princeton.” For a woman out of the scrub country of Arkansas, my mother had certainly learned a lot that time about our better educational institutions. “Or even Williams,” she said. “They say it’s a nice refined place.”
“I went to school where you wanted,” I said, “and it was sure refined.”
“Or even Virginia,” she went on, looking brightly at my face and not hearing a word I said. “Your father went to the University of Virginia.”
“That shouldn’t be such a bib recommendation to you,” I said, and I thought how smart I was to get that one off. I had got in the habit in arguments with her of making some reference to his leaving.
But she didn’t hear that, either. She just went on, “If you were East, then it would be easier for you to come over for the summer and see me.”
“They are fighting a war over there now,” I said.
“They’ll stop before long,” she said, “then it will be easier.”
“Yeah, and it would be easier for you to tell somebody I was in Harvard than in a place they never heard of like State. They wouldn’t even have heard of the name of the state it was in.”
It’s just I want you to go to a nice place, Son, where you’ll make nice friends. And like I said, it would be easier for you to come over to see me in the summer.”
(She was taking about going to Europe again, and was very annoyed at the war. The Count had been gone quite a spell, since just before the war, and she was going back across. She did go back across, after the war, but she didn’t get any more counts. Maybe she figured it was too expensive to marry them. She didn’t marry again until the Young Executive.)
Well, I told her I didn’t want to go to a nice place and didn’t want any nice friends and wasn’t going to Europe and wasn’t going to take any money from her. That last part about the money just slipped out in the heat of the moment. It seemed a big manly thing to say, but the effect was so much superior to anything I had expected that I couldn’t renege and spoil the drama. It knocked her breath out. It almost floored her. I suppose that she wasn’t accustomed to hear anything in pants talk like that. Not that she didn’t try to persuade me, but I got on my high horse and was stubborn. A thousand times in the next four years I thought what a damned fool I was. I would be hashing or typing or even, in the last year, doing part-time newspaper work, and I would think how I had thrown away about five thousand dollars, just because I had read something in a book about it being manly to work your way through college. Not that my mother didn’t send me money. On Christmas and birthdays. And I took that and had me a blowout, a real one with trimmings for days, and then went back to hashing or whatever it was. They didn’t take me in the Army. Bad feet.
When he got back from the war, he was full of beans about it. He had been a colonel of artillery and had had himself a wonderful time. He had got there early enough to fire off a lot of iron at the Germans and to dodge a lot of their stuff in reply. In the Spanish-American War he hadn