William Gaddis - The Recognitions

— Rose of Lima, Peru. Saint Rose of Lima. Then you. . Don Diego Jacinto Paceco. .

— Rose, now, that's enough, says Esther. — She is… but you. .?

(—Yeh, that's the guy, honey, he jumped out a window but the newspaper says he only broke a few ribs. .)

— My wife God love you, even now some Mozart especially. Symphony Number Thirty-seven especially. Four four four.

— But you, you. . here you are.

— Kind words then, while it's still daylight. Have you kept my secrets, then? I've come to get them.

(—Visiting hours, two to four and seven to eight. Thanks honey.)

— You look., are you… is everything all right? Esther comes alive; even her eyes seem to clear. — I have so much. . there must be some way to… is it drinking has you this way?

— Its powers of magnification embrace us all, do they not, or do they not. Well, into the study, for I've trusted you there.

— Well you. .

— I…

— Oh, this… is my husband, Ellery?

— How do you…

— This is a… friend, Ellery.

Lighting a cigarette with the hand he had used to shake the hand he had been offered, Ellery sat down. — I fixed it up, he said to Esther. — It's a cinch.

She looked at him, her eyes wide, daring relief. Ellery drew heavily on his cigarette, and then sent a smoke ring rolling toward Rose curled before the radio. Rose cringed at its approach. — She's like a kid, isn't she. I could probably get a good audience reaction from her on this program. Ellery picked up a magazine. It was an issue of Dog Days devoted to Doberman pinschers which had been here when he came.

§ announcement § As a Token of his Appreciation

To every bitch who presents him with a Champion heir

Dictator will give an additional service with his compliments

Ch. Dictator von Ehebruch was offered at stud ("to bitches for whom only the best is good enough") for one hundred fifty dollars.

— My eyes. May I show him my eyes?

— Sit down, Rose. Rose has been upset, Esther said, standing with the kitten. — She had a job in Bloomingdale's for the Christmas rush, and she was victimized. They fired her. Let's… sit down?

— Somebody pulled the old twenty-dollar-bill switch on her, Ellery said looking up from his magazine. — Somebody comes in and pays for something with a twenty with the corner torn off, then another guy comes in and pays with a buck, and when he gets change for only a buck he raises hell, see? He says he paid with a twenty, and he's got the torn corner to prove it, he got it from the other guy outside. .

— It's a shame, Esther interrupted. — All she could tell police about the first one was that he had a hair-line mustache.

— And his hair! Rose burst in, — that he wore like a hat. She stared at them, and then returned to the radio and left them there abandoned to each other's vacancy like three children met in a summer bungalow colony where the plumbing in each ugly cottage is the same, the beds sagged in discouragement, used only for supporting sleep, where the heat of the sun serves only to excuse the appearance of white-skinned parents in offensive states of undress while they pretend that there is something new under this sun and they have come to find it; while the children know that there are no new secrets, and so they are satisfied to keep the old ones from each other.

— What day is it? Esther asked, pushing the switch on the table lamp beside her.

— Wednesday.

— Thursday, Ellery corrected, damning a day later, and she winced.

— What is it, Rose?

— How old you all looked, when the light went on. How quickly you grew up together, Rose said from shadow.

— I just read the Pope uses an electric razor, said Ellery. — I wonder what make it is, how much do you think he'd take for a testimonial.

Looking across the room Esther said, — But. . can I get you something? Are you all right?

— Just for a minute, I was dizzy just for a minute. But here, I've come for other things. .

— Are you. . have you been working lately?

— Not lately, no. Not lately.

Ellery got up suddenly, dropping Dog Days; and he picked up another magazine as he crossed the room. — Esther tells me you've done a lot of painting, and I've got something for you if you want something like this. He held forth a page of advertisements. — This here, this is one of our accounts. He indicated the largest. Over a saccharine line drawing of a woman, her head covered, eyes raised, YES, the Mother of God WILL relieve Your Pain, Disease, Distress. . The name of the Virgin Mary is making the headlines in today's neivspapers. . Write today for your free copy. .

Beneath, another ad said, stir up your liver bile

Beneath, another ad said, Are YOU troubled with sticky hot

SORE FEET?

— I just thought of this, Ellery went on. — I'll bet you could do it, and it would pay you good money. They're spending a hell of a lot on publicity. See, at first here we were going to have reproductions of some old masters, you know, pictures of the Virgin Mary like you see in museums. But this is better. It's more modern, catches the eye. And if you could paint a couple of pictures for us, the Virgin doing. . something, whatever the hell she does, but a real arty picture. .

— Ellery, please. . Esther said weakly.

— They've got a lot of money behind them, religion's getting popular all over again. It would be a good deal for you, and I can…

— Ellery, wait. Let him go, Esther said. — It isn't… he wouldn't. .

— All right, the hell with it, Ellery said, returning to his chair. — I just thought maybe he could do it, but he didn't need to be so damn rude did he? Ellery picked up Dog Days again, watching the door to the studio come half closed. — I just thought maybe I could help him out. He returned to Ch. Dictator von Ehebruch, and his chest filled as he studied the Doberman.

Esther did not hear; but sat staring at the door half closed upon her: Persephone then, and Proserpina now, the same queen in another country, she stared at the doorway to his kingdom and faltered forward.

— What is it? Can I help you? she asked, entering. — Rose has been sleeping in 1here, that's why it's different.

— Well, I trust Rose then. What are these marvelous things?

— Oh, those are pictures of eyes. Rose does them. She likes. . eyes.

— Somewhere, strips of canvas, somewhere strips of wood, painted upon. Hidden, Rose helped.

— Then you were here? You were here last night?

— Or was it?

— Because she said, Rose, said, she'd seen you in the mirror. And we… I didn't understand. I was worried for Rose.

— The mirror, there?

— I've seen you in it too.

— To correct bad drawing. There.

— Under here? She put the kitten on the floor, stooping, reared the long lines of her thighs, and recovered a package wrapped in newspaper. — This?

Then face to face so abruptly that she startled back, her lips move before she can speak. — You don't look well, is all she finds to say.

— Not myself?

— Not yourself? When you loved me, then. .

— When you loved me?

— I was a whole dimension larger then, and now. .

— This is where I sleep, said Rose putting her head in the doorway. — Because it smells so nice in here. This is where I sleep.

— Goodbye, for I have to leave.

— This is… you've got what you want? Esther asked, following him. — What you came for?

— And can carry away.

— Hey wait a minute, before you go, Ellery said, standing, — there's a book here I wanted to borrow but Esther said it was yours.

— Ellery, don't. .

— It's all right, here, Ellery said, raising Aunt May's copy of the Book of Martyrs. He read from the title page, — A History of the Lives, Sufferings, and Triumphant Deaths of the Primitive Protestant Martyrs from the Introduction of Christianity to the Latest Periods of Pagan, Popish, and Infidel Persecutions. .