William Gaddis - The Recognitions

— All right, my boy, is there anything else? Anything you need to go ahead with this? I had to buy him a God damn expensive egg-beater a couple of months ago, Brown said, turning to Basil Valentine, who stood up saying, — I have a number of photographs, blown-up details of the brushwork, you know. The foreground figures in the Ghent altarpiece, the Steenken Madonna.

— Or imagine heaven and earth joined by a tree, he went on, as Valentine reached over and picked up the book he had laid before him, some time before. — The sky is a roof, with windows in it for rain to fall through. People live up there, you see. And if you climb up high enough you can visit them. They're just like you are, he said, turning to Recktall Brown.

— The hell they are, Brown said, getting to his feet. — Do you want to talk any more about this Herbert picture you're going to do, or…

— But I am, he said. — I am. He looked from one of them to the other, from Recktall Brown to Basil Valentine, who stood over him. He looked bewildered. — Someone, who was it? said maybe we're fished for?

— Come along, my dear fellow. I'm going downtown, I'll drop you off.

— Or the seven heavens of the Arabs, he said decisively, making a hemisphere with one hand, which trembled as he held it forth. — Emerald, white silver, white pearls, then ruby, then gold, red gold, and then yellow jacinth, and the seventh of shining light.

Recktall Brown looked at his cigar. It had burned on the bias. — Look at this God-damned thing, he muttered. — This is the way they make cigars today. It's the way they do everything today, he said, and threw it into the fireplace. — Everybody but him, he added, and, walking over, put a hand on his shoulder as he got up.

— That vase, he said, motioning toward a glass-enclosed bookcase.

— That's not a fake, it's real. Early Netherlands ceramic.

— Can I take it? For a week or two. — What do you need it for, it's damn valuable, Brown said.

— Lilies.

— Lilies, they're expensive here too, Brown went on, leading him toward the door slowly. — Fuller used to bring them in here by the armload, all held up by wires. I don't like them, they make me sick to my stomach. I told him to quit it. Nobody likes lilies much, why don't you use some other kind of a flower?

— In an Annunciation …

The dog followed them on one side, Basil Valentine on the other.

— Those little oak frames I got, I'll show them to you the next time, the ones with velvet inside them.

Basil Valentine held out the book he had picked up from the table before the fireplace. — Your Thoreau?

— Why. why yes, I…

— Hardly fifteenth-century reading. Though I'm as far in the other direction, I'm afraid. Valentine picked up the book which lay with his coat. — Dear Tertullian, he muttered. — And I suppose you're going to have your usual vulgar gathering this Christmas eve, Brown?

— I get more business done at those than a month in an office. This picture you've got now, he went on, turning, — as soon as you're done with it call me, I'll send down for it. And be careful with that vase. It's going to be a damn good auction, he said to Valentine. — You remember that Queen Anne sofa upstairs? There was enough perfect inlay in that to make two sofas and two chairs, part of the original in each one. Some smart guy says it's a fake, and you show him the original piece.

— Rather like Osiris, Basil Valentine said, pulling on his coat.

— What's that?

. —They cut Osiris up in fourteen pieces, and later Isis modeled his body fourteen times, with an original piece in each one.

— Like a saint?

Basil Valentine smiled, lifting his coat by the lapels as he straightened it. — Precisely, my dear fellow.

Recktall Brown had taken a pigskin pad from his pocket. — Glassware, he mumbled, — for this auction. I've got some beautyful glassware, it's been in a manure pile out in the country, gives it that nice glittery effect, colors like you see in bubbles, that old glass has. Some wop taught me that trick.

— Italia irredenta. Basil Valentine reached down his hat. — That fine Italian hand, he said wearily, — which has taught us to make antiques by inflicting every possible indignity and abuse upon beautiful objects. He walked on toward the outside door.

Brown put the pad back into his pocket. — Be careful of that vase now, he muttered. — And don't forget what I told you. He nodded ahead of them. — Be careful of him.

— I… I wish you hadn't said what you did, he said, as Brown put the diamond-laden hand on his shoulder. — About her.

— About who?

— Her. Esme.

— Come on, my boy. Is she a good model for you?

— Yes, yes, she. why she can sit for three hours without moving.

— No needle marks on your Annunciation's arm, now.

— But you.

— She's a nice little piece, my boy, I know that too. But don't let that get in the way of your work. Don't let nothing get in the way of it. Here, don't forget your eggs.

— She says it's because she hasn't got any stomach, he said, smiling.

— Who?

— Esme. She says that's why she's a good model, because she hasn't got any stomach.

Recktall Brown stood in the hall, tapping his foot, until the outside door closed. Then he turned and went back to the vast room they had just left. The dog watched him approach, and got up when he came near, moving her stump of a tail slowly; but he stopped before he reached her, and she sat down. In the middle of the room, Recktall Brown took out a cigar and looked around him. He looked at the extensive wool tapestry on the wall to his right; but all their eyes were looking past him, in the other direction. He looked at the refectory table, where books and publications lay accounted for, and nothing moved. Then he turned abruptly, as though someone in the room with him had gone the instant his broad back was turned; but his youthful portrait was there, hanging silent as everything else. He raised his head, and looked up at the balcony where he saw the back of a rosewood chest, and the suit of armor standing patiently before the deed it had waited centuries to commit.

— Fuller! he shouted.

Then he turned toward the fireplace, and raised his cigar to the array of uneven teeth that had framed his cry. He looked at the Latin inscription over the fireplace, and bit off the end of the cigar. At his feet lay the crumpled reproduction from Collectors Quarterly. He noticed it, as he did anything which broke the pattern of the Aubusson roses, and with some effort he stooped over and picked it up. In four steps, he reached one of the leather chairs, where he sat down on the arm and raised his leg far enough to lay the crumpled paper against it. The unlighted cigar made erratic motions as it moved in his teeth, and he stared through the thick lenses, smoothing the picture out against his broad knee and its ample trouser with a wide thumb, which he exchanged, abruptly, for the edge of his hand.

His cry had risen to the balcony and beyond, into other rooms and withered, finding them empty, down a corridor then, to break against the wall and rebound, fractured, into the last crevice where it found asylum, embraced, however unwillingly, by Fuller's consciousness. Having written REKTIL BROWN on a piece of paper and put it into his drawer some time earlier, Fuller sat on the edge of his bed in the windowless room, in sagging white underclothes, rubbing a yellow figure (drawn against the prospect of a cross) with his moist palm in the darkness.

— Don't tell me you've come out without a coat?

— Yes, I… I must have left it behind.

— Or don't own one, is that it?

They walked toward the corner. It was almost dark. Basil Valentine talked. — There was an eighteenth-century Spanish bishop named Borja, who said "I don't speak French," when he was addressed in Latin. I think of him whenever I meet our remarkable benefactor. That portrait, you know. Did you notice the ears? How erect and sharp they are, sticking right out. He tried to have them corrected, brought closer to his head, years ago. A cheap operation, and he goes to the plastic surgeon every week now, sitting under a green lamp there for hours. The cartilage is gone. It's quite useless.