Gore Vidal - Messiah

He handed me a bundle of manuscript pages bearing the title "Who Is Cave?"

"That's the story I planted in one of the slick magazines. Hired a name-writer, as you can see, to do it." The name-writer's name was not known to me but, presumably, it would be familiar to the mass audience.

"And, biggest of all, we got a sponsor. We had eleven offers already and we've taken Dumaine Chemicals. They're paying us enough money to underwrite this whole setup here, and pay for Cave and me as well. It's terrific but dignified. Just a simple 'through the courtesy of' at the beginning and another at the end of each telecast. What do you think of that?"

"Unprecedented!" I had chosen my word some minutes before… one which would have a cooling effect.

"I'll say. By the way, we're getting a lot of stuff on that book of yours." He reached in a drawer and pulled out a manila folder which he pushed toward me. "Take them home if you like. Go over them carefully… might give you some ideas for the next one; you know: ground which needs covering."

"Is there to be a next one?"

"Man, a flock of next ones! We've got a lot to do, to explain. People want to know all kinds of things. I'm having the kids out in the front office do a breakdown on all the letters we've got: to get the general reaction… what it is people most want to hear; and, believe me, we've been getting more damned questions, and not just the main thing but family problems too, things like that: 'Please, Mr Cave, I'm married to two men and feel maybe it's a mistake since I have to work nights anyway.' Lord, some of them are crazier than that."

"Are you answering all of them?"

"Oh, yes, but in my name. All except a few of the most interesting which go to Cave for personal attention. I've been toying with the idea of setting up a counselor-service for people with problems."

"But what can you tell them?" I was more and more appalled.

"Everything in the light of Cavesword. You have no idea how many questions that does answer. Think about it and you'll see what I mean. But of course we follow standard psychiatric procedure only it's speeded up so that after a couple of visits there can be a practical and inspirational answer to their problems. Stokharin said he'd be happy to give it a try, but we haven't yet worked out all the details."

I didn't want to hear anything more about this; I changed the subject. "What did you have in mind for me to do?"

"Cavesword applied to everyday life." He spoke without hesitation; he had thought of everything. "We'll know more what people want to hear after a few more telecasts, after more letters and so on. Then supply Cavesword where you can and, where you can't, just use common sense and standard psychiatric procedure."

"Even when they don't always coincide?"

Paul roared with laughter. "Always the big knocker, Gene. That's what I like about you… the disapproving air… it's wonderful and I'm quite serious. People like myself… visionaries, you might say, continually get their feet off the ground and it's people like you who pull us back… make us think. Anyway, I hope you'll be able to get to it soon. We'll have our end taken care of by the time the telecasts are over."

"Will you show Cave to the world then? I mean in person?"

"I don't know. By the way, we're having a directors' meeting Friday morning. You'll get a notice in the mail. One of the things we're going to take up is just that problem, so you be thinking about it in the meantime. I have a hunch it may be smart to keep him away from interviewers for good."

"That's impossible."

"I'm not so sure. He's pretty retiring except when he speaks. I don't think he'd mind the isolation one bit. You see how dull he gets in company when he's not performing."

"Would he consent, do you think?"

"I think so. We could persuade him, I'm sure. Anyway, for now he's a mystery man. Millions see him once a week but no one knows him except ourselves. A perfect state of affairs, if you ask me."

"You mean there's always a chance he might make a fool of himself if a tough interviewer got hold of him?"

"Exactly, and believe me there's going to be a lot of them after his scalp."

"Have they begun already?"

"Not yet. We have you to thank for that, too, making it so clear that though what we said certainly conflicts with all the churches we're really not competing with them, that people listening to Cavesword can go right on being Baptists and so on."

"I don't see how, if they accept Cave."

"Neither do I, but for the time being that's our line."

"Then there's to be a fight with the churches?"

Paul nodded grimly. "And it's going to be a honey. People don't take all the supernatural junk seriously these days but they do go for the social idea of the church, the uplift kind of thing: that's where we'll have to meet them, where we'll have to lick them at their own game."

I looked at him for one long moment: I had of course anticipated something like this from the moment that Cave had become an organization and not merely one man talking. I had realized that expansion was inevitable: the rule of life is more life and of organization more organization, increased dominion. Yet I had not suspected Paul of having grasped this so clearly, using it so promptly to his, to our advantage. The thought that not only was he cleverer than I had suspected but that he might, indeed, despite his unfortunate approach, be even cleverer than myself, disagreeably occurred to me. I had until then regarded myself as the unique intellectual of the Cavites, the one sane man among maniacs and opportunists: it seemed now that there were two of us with open eyes and, of the two, he alone possessed ambition and energy, qualities neither of which I possessed to any useful degree.

"You mean this to be a religion, Paul?"

He smiled, "Maybe, yes… something on that order perhaps. Something workable, though, for now: I've thought about what you said the other night."

"Does Cave want this?"

Paul shrugged. "Who can tell. I should think so but this is not really a problem for him to decide. He has happened. Now we respond. Stokharin feels that a practical faith, a belief in ways of behavior which the best modern analysts are agreed on as being closest to ideal, might perform absolute miracles. No more guilt-feeling about sex if Cave were to teach that all is proper when it does no harm to others… and the desire to do harm to others might even be partly removed if there were no false mysteries, no terrible warnings in childhood and so on. Just in that one area of behavior we could work wonders! Of course there would still be problems but the main ones could be solved if people take to Cave and to us. Cavesword is already known and it's a revelation to millions… we know that. Now they are looking to him for guidance in other fields. They know about death at last. Now we must tell them about living and we are lucky to have available so much first-rate scientific research in the human psyche. I suspect we can even strike on an ideal behavior pattern by which people can measure themselves."

"And to which they will be made to conform?" Direction was becoming clear already.

"How can we force anyone to do anything? Our whole power is that people come to us, to Cave voluntarily because they feel here, at last, is the answer." Paul might very well have been sincere: there is no way of determining, even now.

"Well, remember, Paul, that you will do more harm than good by attempting to supplant old dogmas and customs with new dogmas. It will be the same in the end except that the old is less militant, less dangerous than a new law imposed by enthusiasts."

"Don't say 'you.' Say 'we.' You're as much a part of this as I am. After all you're a director. You've got a say-so in these matters. Just speak up Friday." Paul was suddenly genial and placating. "I don't pretend I've got all the answers. I'm just talking off the top of my head, like they say."