John Passos - Manhattan transfer

‘Say hold your horses George.’

‘I’m in a very delicate position downtown just at the moment that’s all… And then Cecily and I have at last reached a modus vivendi… I wont have it disturbed.’

They walked along in silence.

Sandbourne walked with his hat in his hand. His hair was almost white but his eyebrows were still dark and bushy. Every few steps he changed the length of his stride as if it hurt him to walk. He cleared his throat. ‘George you were asking me if I’d cooked up any schemes when I was in hospital… Do you remember years ago old man Specker used to talk about vitreous and superenameled tile? Well I’ve been workin on his formula out at Hollis… A friend of mine there has a two thousand degree oven he bakes pottery in. I think it can be put on a commercial basis… Man it would revolutionize the whole industry. Combined with concrete it would enormously increase the flexibility of the materials at the architects’ disposal. We could make tile any color, size or finish… Imagine this city when all the buildins instead of bein dirty gray were ornamented with vivid colors. Imagine bands of scarlet round the entablatures of skyscrapers. Colored tile would revolutionize the whole life of the city… Instead of fallin back on the orders or on gothic or romanesque decorations we could evolve new designs, new colors, new forms. If there was a little color in the town all this hardshell inhibited life’d break down… There’d be more love an less divorce…’

Baldwin burst out laughing. ‘You tell em Phil… I’ll talk to you about that sometime. You must come up to dinner when Cecily’s there and tell us about it… Why wont Parkhurst do anything?’

‘I wouldnt let him in on it. He’d cotton on to the proposition and leave me out in the cold once he had the formula. I wouldn’t trust him with a rubber nickel.’

‘Why doesnt he take you into partnership Phil?’

‘He’s got me where he wants me anyway… He knows I do all the work in his goddamned office. He knows too that I’m too cranky to make out with most people. He’s a slick article.’

‘Still I should think you could put it up to him.’

‘He’s got me where he wants me and he knows it, so I continue doin the work while he amasses the coin… I guess it’s logical. If I had more money I’d just spend it. I’m just shiftless.’

‘But look here man you’re not so much older than I am… You’ve still got a career ahead of you.’

‘Sure nine hours a day draftin… Gosh I wish you’d go into this tile business with me.’

Baldwin stopped at a corner and slapped his hand on the briefcase he was carrying. ‘Now Phil you know I’d be very glad to give you a hand in any way I could… But just at the moment my financial situation is terribly involved. I’ve gotten into some rather rash entanglements and Heaven knows how I’m going to get out of them… That’s why I cant have a scandal or a divorce or anything. You dont understand how complicatedly things interact… I couldnt take up anything new, not for a year at least. This war in Europe has made things very unsettled downtown. Anything’s liable to happen.’

‘All right. Good night George.’

Sandbourne turned abruptly on his heel and walked down the avenue again. He was tired and his legs ached. It was almost dark. On the way back to the station the grimy brick and brownstone blocks dragged past monotonously like the days of his life.

Under the skin of her temples iron clamps tighten till her head will mash like an egg; she begins to walk with long strides up and down the room that bristles with itching stuffiness; spotty colors of pictures, carpets, chairs wrap about her like a choking hot blanket. Outside the window the backyards are striped with blue and lilac and topaz of a rainy twilight. She opens the window. No time to get tight like the twilight, Stan said. The telephone reached out shivering beady tentacles of sound. She slams the window down. O hell cant they give you any peace?

‘Why Harry I didnt know you were back… Oh I wonder if I can… Oh yes I guess I can. Come along by after the theater… Isnt that wonderful? You must tell me all about it.’ She no sooner puts the receiver down than the bell clutches at her again. ‘Hello… No I dont… Oh yes maybe I do… When did you get back?’ She laughed a tinkling telephone laugh. ‘But Howard I’m terribly busy… Yes I am honestly… Have you been to the show? Well sometime come round after a performance… I’m so anxious to hear about your trip… you know… Goodby Howard.’

A walk’ll make me feel better. She sits at her dressingtable and shakes her hair down about her shoulders. ‘It’s such a hellish nuisance, I’d like to cut it all off… spreads apace. The shadow of white Death… Oughtnt to stay up so late, those dark circles under my eyes… And at the door, Invisible Corruption… If I could only cry; there are people who can cry their eyes out, really cry themselves blind… Anyway the divorce’ll go through…

Gosh it’s six o’clock already. She starts walking up and down the room again. I am borne darkly fearfully afar… The phone rings. ‘Hello… Yes this is Miss Oglethorpe… Why hello Ruth, why I haven’t seen you for ages, since Mrs Sunderland’s… Oh, do I’d love to see you. Come by and we’ll have a bite to eat on the way to the theater… It’s the third floor.’

She rings off and gets a raincape out of a closet. The smell of furs and mothballs and dresses clings in her nostrils. She throws up the window again and breathes deep of the wet air full of the cold rot of autumn. She hears the burring boom of a big steamer from the river. Darkly, fearfully afar from this nonsensical life, from this fuzzy idiocy and strife; a man can take a ship for his wife, but a girl. The telephone is shiveringly beadily ringing, ringing.

The buzzer burrs at the same time. Ellen presses the button to click the latch. ‘Hello… No, I’m very sorry I’m afraid you’ll have to tell me who it is. Why Larry Hopkins I thought you were in Tokyo… They havent moved you again have they? Why of course we must see each other… My dear it’s simply horrible but I’m all dated up for two weeks… Look I’m sort of crazy tonight. You call up tomorrow at twelve and I’ll try to shift things around… Why of course I’ve got to see you immediately you funny old thing.’… Ruth Prynne and Cassandra Wilkins come in shaking the water off their umbrellas. ‘Well goodby Larry… Why it’s so so sweet of both of you… Do take your things off for a second… Cassie wont you have dinner with us?’

‘I felt I just had to see you… It’s so wonderful about your wonderful success,’ says Cassie in a shaky voice. ‘And my dear I felt so terribly when I heard about Mr Emery. I cried and cried, didnt I Ruth?’

‘Oh what a beautiful apartment you have,’ Ruth is exclaiming at the same moment. Ellen’s ears ring sickeningly. ‘We all have to die sometime,’ gruffly she blurts out.

Ruth’s rubberclad foot is tapping the floor; she catches Cassie’s eye and makes her stammer into silence. ‘Hadnt we better go along? It’s getting rather late,’ she says.

‘Excuse me a minute Ruth.’ Ellen runs into the bathroom and slams the door. She sits on the edge of the bathtub pounding on her knees with her clenched fists. Those women’ll drive me mad. Then the tension in her snaps, she feels something draining out of her like water out of a washbasin. She quietly puts a dab of rouge on her lips.

When she goes back she says in her usual voice: ‘Well let’s get along… Got a part yet Ruth?’

‘I had a chance to go out to Detroit with a stock company. I turned it down… I wont go out of New York whatever happens.’