When another (perpendicular) column comes crawling, then at the intersection of the two columns (the intersection of perpendicular ducts) the casualties, not touching, interleave, speed precise, so many thousands of casualties — everyone holds his breath.
This of course cannot be verified, at intersections there are no registers, no light to be obscured by the figure that is, that might be (he surmises) passing before his (the casualty’s) nose.
The fat, septic bird bends the straw perilously — and if he were to crease it, the submerged man would stop breathing, or would stop breathing air and start breathing ice water.
(Which might lower his core temperature and head off cerebral anoxia.)
Twelve-count, then left, etc.
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small table, and there he chews. But this is a dead boy’s chewing and nothing more, he (the casualty) can see this, he (the casualty) is not blind.
We are all constantly changing, I believe it so much.
The birds gather their sustenance from the flesh of his (the submerged man’s) fingers.
The ice, the ice chips melting, the dilation of the submerged man’s eye (the aqueous humor thickens by degree), there must be a land beyond this.
Above, a cedar panel.
The boy is dead.
The parallel and perpendicular lines of casualties expand and contract — in precise order.
Pull yourself up, out of the tunnel, into the room above.
Yes yes I can see now a natural light.
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Condi’s always held me back, my sister and her sickness, I told Richard B. Myers as we pulled up at the checkpoint.
Quote unquote playing at policy, quote unquote trotting the globe, her words, while I’ve been playing and trotting, what she’s been doing is dying in Montana …
At the foundlings home, me and Condi, we survived as a twosome, brother and sister among all the other foundlings …
All those cruel, stricken, needy, and brutish children, me and Condi faced them side by side, suffered side by side …
It was side by side, as a twosome, that our adoptive parents one day snapped us up, into that perfect family, World’s Best Dad, homes in California, New York, Italy, France, Spain …
They only wanted one, I don’t remember which one, we went into hysterics …
So they exchanged a look, a tight-lipped grin, and said, Fine, we’ll find a use for both …
The ideal family, a childless couple of great wealth …
Jay, well, and Jay …
There goes Jay!..
Condi, listen, Jay, old Jay, Jay the snake, he just dove out …
Got to hand it to him, didn’t see it coming, how right here at the checkpoint Jay’d leave our armored vehicle, dive right out the window, wow, he was over it, did he just blow us like a pop stand, or what? …
Saw the window go down, thought I’d tell him how in an armored vehicle you don’t just put the window down like that, then he dove out of it …
Not my fault if Jay couldn’t take it all in, the things I was saying, if processing all that made him make me want to whip out the world’s smallest violin, better call the WWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHBU LANCE, poor Jay, the lame, the jerkwater, whiny-ass titty baby …
Wow and the sniper fire biting the road behind Jay, pock pock pock, and look and here comes Hume, Hume Horan, he just traded with Jay, pock pock pock, I mean are they even going to make it …
Richard B. Myers, the well-known chairman &c., scooted front right seat to front left, Hume Horan dove in, front right window, sat front right, me I worked my way another three inches right, inch by inch, I was now nine inches off the longitudinal axis of the armored vehicle …
And Jay dove in the window of the armored vehicle one back …
Harvard together, then Yale together, that was me and Condi, or I mean Yale together, then Harvard together, a twosome at school, that’s my first point, second is, we still were after …
We had a great heart, the two of us together …
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World capitals, marble columns with alabaster inlays, sprays of African and Japanese flowers, walls of electrical lights spilling up into vast networks of chandeliers, party after party, always a twosome together, Milan, Venice, New York …
Turning, snapping movie stars, turning, snapping world leaders …
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Life photo of Faye Dunaway, Pucci scarf, soon the signature Dunaway photo, People photo of Pétain, Nice balcony, grinding a cigarette under his heel the signature late-Pétain photo …
My Condi, it wasn’t the money she cared about, prestige, acclaim, kudos, kind words, no, her photography was just a filter on the party horror …
Fact, she hated parties …
Fact, she hated it worse to get left on her lonesome …
Put her with anyone else but me what that was wasn’t company, it was still on her lonesome …
On her lonesome, what it meant was not with me …
After Harvard, Yale, before the accident, the one that did Mom and Dad in, it was hundreds of parties we went to together, Condi always a few steps back, flashbulbs going pop pop pop …
After Yale, Harvard, she said, No parties, I said, No: parties, she threw in the towel, OK, she said, I’ll be a tagalong …
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First Paul Wolfowitz called me, then Scooter Libby …
I told Scooter and Paul, told them both the same, said I’d be honored to serve, just needed to talk it through with my sister first …
Condi fought it …
She fought it same as she’s fought every job I ever wanted …
What job? …
You already have a job …
The country needed me, I told her, the world, too, effects of my actions, it wasn’t just the Green Zone they’d be felt in, think Dubai, think Tehran, think Boston and Vegas, there’s nowhere I could think of the effects wouldn’t be felt in …
She said NO, she needed me, voice hoarse …
Listen to me, she said, listen to my voice …
Soon, she said, I won’t be able to talk at all, I’ll be back to the puffing, it’ll just be puff puff puff …
Condi’s disease, when it’s as bad as it gets, she can’t speak, all she can do is puff, once a year Condi’s a mute, a puffer, maybe more now, two times, three times a year …