Overnight to Many Distant Cities

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    A group of ese in brown jackets preceded us through the halls of Versailles. They were middle-aged mey, obviously important, perhaps thirty of them. At the entrao ea a guard stopped us, held us batil the ese had finished iing it. A fleet of black gover Citro?ns had brought them, they were much at ease with Versailles and with each other, it was clear that they were being rewarded for many years of good behavior.

    Asked her opinion of Versailles, my daughter said she thought it was overdecorated.

    Well, yes.

    Again in Paris, years earlier, without Anna, we had a hotel room opening on a courtyard, and late at night through an open window heard a woman expressing intense and rising pleasure. We blushed and fell upon each other.

    Right now sunny skies in mid-Manhattan, the temperature is forty-two degrees.

    In Sto we ate reieak and I told the Prime Minister. . . That the price of booze was too high. Twenty dollars for a bottle of J &amp; B! He (Olof Palme) agreed, most politely, and said that they fihe army that way. The ference we were attending was held at a workers vacatioer somewhat outside the city. Shamelessly, I asked for a double bed, there were none, we pushed two single beds together. An Israeli journalist sat owo single beds drinking our ></a>ostly whiskey and explaining the devilish policies of the Likud. Then it was time to go play with the Afris. A poet who had been for a time a Minister of Culture explained why he had burned a grand piano on the lawn in front of the Ministry. &quot;The piano,&quot; he said, &quot;is not the national instrument of Uganda.&quot;

    A boat ride through the scattered islands. A aovelist asked me to carry a package of paper to New York for him.

    Woman is silent for two days in San Franc<cite>９9ｌib?</cite>isco. And walked through the streets with her arms raised high toug the leaves of the trees.

    &quot;But youre married!&quot;

    &quot;But thats not my fault!&quot;

    Tearing into cold crab at Sas we saw Chill Wills at aable, doing the same thing. We waved to him.

    Ihe air was full of the noise of helicopters. The helicopter landed on a pad, General A jumped out and walked with a firm, manly stride to the spot where General<s>藏书网</s> B waited -- generals visiting each other. They shook hands, the huard with its blue scarves and ed rifles popped to, the band played, pictures were taken. General A followed by

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    with a good book, Rilke, as I remember, and resolved o find myself in a situation as dire as his.

    In San Antonio we walked by the little river. And ended up in Helens Bar, where John found a pool player who was, like John, an ex-Marine. How these ex-Marines love each other! It is a flat sdal. The gress should do something about it. The IRS should do something about it. You and I talked to each other while John talked to his Parris Island friend, and that wasnt too bad, wasnt too bad. We discussed twenty-four novels of normative adultery. &quot;t have no adultery without adults,&quot; I said, and you agreed that this was true. We thought about it, our hands on each others knees, uhe table.

    In the car on the way back from San Antonio the ladies talked about the rump of a noted poet. &quot;Too big,&quot; they said, &quot;too big too big too big.&quot; &quot; you imagine going to bed with him?&quot; they said, and then all said &quot;No no no no no,&quot; and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.

    I offered to get out and run alongside the car, if that would allow them to verse more freely.

    In hagen I went shopping with two Hungarians. I had thought they merely wao buy presents for their wives. They bought leather gloves, chess sets, frozen fish, baby food, lawnmowers, air ditioners, kayaks. . . We were six hours in the department store.

    &quot;This will teach you,&quot; they said, &quot;o go shopping with Hungarians.&quot;

    Again in Paris, the hotel was the Montalembert. . . Anna jumped on the bed and sliced her hand open on an open watercolor tin, blood everywhere, the cierge assuring us that &quot;In the war, I saw much worse things.&quot;

    Well, yes.

    But we couldnt stop the bleeding, in the cab to the Ameri Hospital the driver kept looking over his shoulder to make sure that we werent bleeding on his seat covers, handfuls of bloody paper towels in my right a hands. . .

    On another evening, as we were on our way to dinner, I kicked the kid with carefully calibrated force as we were crossing the Pont Mirabeau, she had been pissy all day, driving us crazy, her character improved instantly, wonderfully, this is a tactic that  be used exactly once.

    In Mexico City we lay with the geous daughter of the Ameri ambassador by a clear, ountain stream. Well, that was the plan, it didnt work out that way. We were around sixteen and had run away from home, in the great tradition, hitched various long rides with various sinister folk, and there we were in the great city with about two t-shirts to our names. My friend Herman found us jobs in a jukebox factory. Our assig was to file the slots in Ameri jukeboxes so that they would accept the big, thick Mexi s. All day long. No gloves.

    After about a week of this we were walking one day oreet on which the Hotel Reforma is to be found and there were my father and grandfather, smiling. &quot;The boys have run away,&quot; my father had told my grandfather, and my grandfather had said, &quot;Hot dams go get em.&quot; I have rarely seen two grown men enjoying themselves so much.

    wo this afternoon, the stock market up in heavy trading.

    In Berlin everyoared, and I could not blame them. You were spectacular, your long skirts, your long dark hair. I set by the staring, people gazing at happiness and w whether to credit it or not, w whether it was to be trusted and for how long, and what it meant to them, whether they were in some way hurt by it, in some way diminished by it, in some way criticized by it, good God get it out of my sight --

    I correctly identified a Matisse as a Matisse even though it was an uncharacteristic Matisse, you thought I was knowledgeable whereas I was only lucky, we stared at the Schwitters show for one hour and twenty minutes, and then lunched. Vitello tonnato, as I recall.

    When Herman was divorced in Boston. . . <big>?</big>Carol got the good barbeque pit. I put it in the Blazer for her. In the back of the Blazer were cartons of books, tableware, sheets and towels, plants, and oddly, two dozen white ations fresh in their box. I poio the flowers. &quot;Herman,&quot; she said, &quot;he never gives up.&quot;

    In Bara the lights went out. At dinner. dles were produced and the shiny langoustines placed before us. Why do I love Bara above most other cities? Because Bara and I share a passion for walking? I was happy there? You were with me? We were celebrating my huh marriage? Ill stand on that. Show me a man who has not married a huimes and Ill show you a wretch who does not deserve the world.

    Lung with the Holy Ghost I praised the world, and the Holy Ghost leased. &quot;We have that little problem in Bara,&quot; He said, &quot;the lights go out in the middle of dinner.&quot; &quot;Ive noticed,&quot; I said. &quot;Were w on it,&quot; He said, &quot;what a wonderful city, one of our best.&quot; &quot;A great town,&quot; I agreed. In aasy of admiration for what is we ate our simple soup.

    Tomorrow, fair and warmer, warmer and fair, most fair. . .

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