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PAUL HAS NEVER BEFORE REALLYSEEN SNOW WHITE AS A WOMAN.
HOGO pushed Paul away from the bloody tree. "<dfn></dfn>;You are a slime sir, looking through that open window at that apparently naked girl there, the most beautiful and attractive I have ever seen, in all my life. You are a dishonor to the robes you wear. That you stand here without shame gazing at that incredible beauty, at her snowy buttocks and so forth, at that natural majesty I perceive so well, through the window, is endlessly reprehensible, in our society. I have seen some vileness in my time, but your a in spying upon this beautiful unknowy, whom I already love with all my heart until the end of time, is the most vile thing that the mind of man ever broached. I am going to set a rat chewing at your anus, false monk, for if there is anything this world affords, it is punishment." "You have a good line, fellow," Paul said coolly. "Perhaps you would care to make a few remarks about unearned pessimism as inal sin." "It is true that I am generally in favor of earned pessimism, Paul," Hogo said. "And I have earned mine. Yet at the same time I seem to feel a new vigor, optimism and hope, simply through the medium of p my eyes through this window." "It is strong medie, this," Paul said, and they put their arms around each others shoulders to look some more, but Hogo was thinking about how he could get rid of Paul, ond for all, permaly.
HOGO began to make a plan. It was to be a large plan, a plan as big as a map. Make no small plans, as Pott has said. The object of the plan was to get ihe house when no one was there. No o Snow White. Hogo played Polish musi his player. Theuck pins in his plan marking points of entry and points of eje. Pins of red, blue, viol<u></u>et, green, yellow, blad white bespattered the plan. The plan oozed out over the floor of the living room into the dining room. Then it ran into the kit, bedroom and hall. Plant life from the bursting nature outside came tard the plan. A green finger of plant life lay down on top of the plan. Jaered trailing a shopping cart filled with shopping. "What is all this paper on the floor?" Hogo lay atop the plan, and atop the plant life, attempting to ceal them. "Its nothing. Some work I brought home from the office." "Why then are you making those swimming motions on top of it?" "I was taking a nap." "It doesnt look like a nap to me." Harded Jane. He noticed that she had her graceful cello shape, still. "This cello-shaped girl still has some life in her," Hogo reflected. "Why dont I spend more time looking at her and drinking in her seasoned beauty." But thehought of the viola da gamba-shaped Snow White. "Why is it that we always require more, " Hogo wondered. "Why is it that we ever be satisfied. It is almost as if we were desighat way. As if that were part of the ic design." Hogo gathered up the plan and packed it away in the special planning humidor, structed especially to keep the plan fresh aing. "Maybe I should make cigar ers of this plan, to ceal it from its ehe cigars to be smoked in a particular order, and in the clouds of smoke arising, the first faint dim blue outlines of the plan. I wonder what the chemistry and physics of that would be." Harded the packed plan, in its humidor. "It seems to have ots. The possibility of resistance from those within." Hogo imagihe resistance leader in his black turtleneck sweater. "Ill wager I never get into that house destinely, the resistance will be so stiff. For people who have a treasure, guard it with their lives. What a wonk I am, planning-wise! I will have to think up a new abion to punish myself for thinking up a plan this poor -- playing the accordion, possibly." "What are you thinking about?" Jane asked holding teo the handle of the shopping cart. "Playing the accordion," Hogo said.
THERE was no place for er and frustration to go, then, so we went out and hit a dog. It was a big dog, so it was all right. It was fair. The gargantuan iron dog ee high orating the one huh anniversary of the iion of meat. . . "Have a care," Kevin said. It was a brisk day, more brisk than some of the others weve had. The girls were ing their heads in cloths again, bright-colored cotton going around the top and the back part and tied at the bottom of the back part, where the sweet neck begins. A few derelicts and bums were lying around in front of the house, staining the sideretty well. Bill looked tired. I gave his fae additional looks. Then some other people came up and said they were actors. "What sort of actors?" "Do you mean good or bad?" "I didhat but what is the answer?" "Bad, Im afraid," the chief actor said, aurned away. That wasnt what wed wao hear. Everything was plex alike. The stain was still there filtering through the water supply and the pipes and carried in suitcases too. The old waiters brown suit had ponyskin lapels. That was depressing. Hogo has annouhat Paul is standing in the middle of his, Hogos, Lebensraum. That has an ominous sound. I dont like the sound of that at all. We had a few more Laughing Marys and radishes. Hogo was sharpening his kris. The whirling grindstone ground the steel. There was a noise, you know it perhaps. Hogo tested the kris against his thumb. A red drop of blood. The kris was funing correctly. After Hogo finished sharpening his kris he began sharpening his bolo. Then he sharpened his parang and his machete and his dirk. "I like to keep everything sharp."
THE President looked out of his window again. It was anht like that night we described previously and he was looking out of the same window. The Dow-Jones index was still falling. The folk were still in tatters. The President turned his mind for a millised to us, here. "Great balls of river mud," the President said. "Is nothing going to ght?" I dont blame him for feeling that way. Everything is falling apart. A lot of things are happening. "I love her, Jane," Hogo said. "Whoever she is, she is mine, and I am hers, virtually if not actually, forever. I feel I have to tell you this, because after all I do owe you something for havihe butt of my unpleasantness for so long. For these years." "The poet must be reassured and threatened," Henry said. "In the same way, Bill must be brought to justice for his bungling. This latest bit is the last straw absolutely. I see the trial as a kind of analysis really, more a therapeutic than a judicial procedure. We must discover the reason, for what he did. Whehrew those two six-pailler High Life through the winds of that blue Volkswagen --" Paul ied Snow Whites window from his underground installation. "A lucky hit! the idea of installing this underground installation not far from the house. Now I keep her under stant surveillahrough this system of mirrors and trained dogs. One of my trained dogs is even now iigating that overly handsome delivery boy from the meat market, who lingered far too long at the door. I should have a plete report by first light. My God but I had to spend a lot of money oraining. Aimated two thousand dollars per dog. Well, one assumes that it is money well spent. If I uook this project with urained dogs, there is a good ce that everything would go glimmering. Now at least I rely on the dog aspect of things." Snow White was i, sg the meat. "Oh why does fate give us alternatives to annoy and frustrate ourselves with? Why for instance do I have the option of going out of the house, through the window, and sleeping with Paul in his pit? Luckily that alternative is not a very attractive one. Pauls priness has somehow fallen away, and the naked Paul, without his aura, is just another plat beois. And I thought I saw, over his shoulder, a dark and vilely pelling figure not known to me, as I looked out of my window, in the mirror. Who is that? pared to that unknown figure, the figure of Paul is about as attractive as a mustard plaster. I would never go to his pit, now. Still, as a possible move, it clutters up the board, obsg perhaps a more exg one."
"NOW I have bee sug the mop again," Jane blurted out in the rare-poison room of her mothers magnifit duplex apartment on a tree-lireet in a desirable location. "I have bee sug the mop in a big way. Hogo de Bergerao longer holds me in the highest esteem. His highest esteem has shifted to another, and now he holds her in it, and I am aloh my malice at last. Face to face with it. For the first time in my history, I have no lover to temper my malice with healing balsam-sted older love. Now there is nothing but malice." Jane regarded the floor-to-ceiling Early Ameri spice racks with their ly labeled jars of various sorts of bane including dayshade, scumlock, hyose, azote, hurtwort and milkleg. "Now I must witeone, for that is my role, and to flee ones role, as Gimbal tells us, is in the final analysis bootless. But the question is, what form shall my malice take, on this occasion? This braw February day? Something in the area of interpersonal relations would be iing. Whose interpersonal relations shall I poison, with the tasteful savagery of my abundant imagination and talent for co? I think I will go around to Snow Whites house, where she cohabits with the seven men in a moe travesty of approved behavior, and see what is stirring there. If something is stirring, perhaps I arrange a sleep for it -- in the er of a churchyard, for example."
"BILL will you begin. By telling the court in your own words how you first ceived and then supported this chimera, the illusion of your potential greatness. By means of which you have mao assume the leadership aain it, despite tons of evidence of total inpetehe most ret instance being your hurlment of two six-pailler High Life, in a broer bag, through the winds of a blue Volkswageed by I. Fondue and H. Maeght. Two utter and absolute strangers, so far as we know." "Strao you perhaps. But not to me." "Well strangers is not the immediate question. Will you respond to the immediate question. How did you first ceive and then sustain --" "The ception I have explained more or less. I wao make, of <bdi>?.</bdi>my life, a powerful statemec. etc. How this wrinkle was first planted in my sensorium I know not. But I tell you how it is sustained." "How." "I tell myself things." "What." "Bill you are the greatest. Bill you did that very nicely. Bill there is something about you. Bill you have style. Bill you are macho." "But despite this blizzard of self-gratulation --" "A fear remained." "A fear of?" "The black horse." "Who is this black horse." "I have not yet met it. It was described to me." "By?" "Fondue and Maeght." "Those tere at the trols of the Volkswagen when you hurled the broer bag." "That is correct." "You cherished then for these two, Fondue and Maeght, a hate." "More of a miff, your worship." "Of what standing, iime dimension, is this miff?" "Matter of lets see sixteen years I would say." "The miff had its genesis iioo you by them of the great black horse." "That is correct." "How old were you exactly. At that time." "Twelve years." "Something said to you about a horse sixteen years agered, then, the hurlment." "That is correct." "Let us make sure we uand the circumstances of the hurlment. you disbosom yourself very briefly of the event as seen from your point of view." "It was about four oclo the afternoon." "What is your authority." "The cathouse clock." "Proceed." "I was on my way from the -operated laundry to the Door Store." "With what in view." "I had in mind the purchasement of a slab of massif oak, 48" by 60", and a set of carved Byzantine legs, for the stru of a cocktail table, to support cocktails." "Could you describe the relation of the High Life to the project, stru of cocktail table." "I had in mind engement of the High Life whilst sanding, screwing, gluing and so forth." "And what had you in mind further. The court is ied in the array or disarray of your mind." "I had in mind the making of a burgoo, for my supper. Snow White as you know beiant in these days to --" "As we know. There was, then, in the broer bag, material --" "There was in the broer bag, along with the High Life, a flatfish." "The flatfish perished in the hurlmeake it." "The flatfish had perished some time previously. Murthered oar of erce, acc to the best information available." "Proceed." "I then apprehended, at the er of Eleventh a, the blue Volkswagen taining Fondue and Maeght." "You descried them through the winds." "That is correct." "The winds was in motion?" "The entire vehicle." "Making eed." "It was effeg a stop." "You were crossing in front of it." "That is correct." "What then." "I reized at the trols, Fondue and Maeght." "This after the slipping away of sixteen years." "The impression was indelible." "What then." "I lifted my eyes." "To heaven?" "To the cathouse clock. It registered hard upon four." "What then." "The hurlment." "You hurled said bag through said winds." "Yes." "And?" "The winds shattered. Ha ha." "Did the court hear yht. Did you say ha ha." "Ha ha." "Outburst will be dealt with. You have been warned. Let us tihe winds glass was then imploded upon the passengers." "Ha ha." "eous i resulted in facial areas a b d d." "That is correct. Ha ha." "Fondue sustained a wou in the viity of the inner thus." "That is correct." "Could you locate that for the court." "The jun of the upper and lower lids, on the inside." " Inside meaning, we assume, the most noseart." "Exactly." "A hair from which, the ball itself would have been promised." "Fatally." "You then danced a jig on --" "Obje!" "And what might the obje be?" "Our t, your hoies, did not dance a jig. A certain shufflement of the feet might have been observed, product of a perfectly plausible nervous tension, such as all are subject to on special occasions, weddings, births, deaths, etc. But nothing that, in all charity, might be described as a gigue, with its otations of gaiety, carefreeness --" "He was observed dang a jig by Shield 333, midst the broken glass and blood." "Could we have Shield 333." "Shield 333 to the stand! "e along, fellow, e along. Do you swear to tell the truth, or some of it, or most of it, so long as we both may live?" "I do." "Now then, Shield 333, you are Shield 333?" "I are." "It was you who was officiating at the er of Eleventh a, on the night of January sixteenth?" "It were." "And your mission?" "Prevention of enma of school-children by galloping panteis." "And the weather?" "There was you might say a mizzle. I was wearing me plastic cap cover." "Did you observe that mahere, known as Bill, dang a jig midst the blood and glass, after the hurlment?" "Well now, Im nae sae gud on th dances, yer amplitude. Im not sure it were a jig. Coulda been a jag. Coulda been what do they call it, th lap. Hae coulda been lappin. Im nae dancer meself. Hem from the Tenth Prect. Th Tenth dont dance." "Thank you, Shield 333, for this inclusive evidence of the worst sort. You may step down. Now, Bill, to return to your enta of former times with Fondue and Maeght, in what relation to you did they stand, in those times." "They<cite></cite> stood to me in the relation, sasters." "They were your sasters. Entrusted with your sent iain dimensions of lore." "Yes. The duty of the sasters was to reveal the systeries." "And what was the nature of the latter?" "The systeries included such things as the mystique of rope, the mistake of one animal for another, and the miseries of the open air." "Yes. Now, was this matter of the great black horse included uhe rubric, systeries." "No. It was iure of a threat, a punishment. I had infracted a rule." "What rule?" "A rule of thumb having to do with pots. You were supposed to scour the pots with mud, to them. I used Ajax." "That was a systery, how to scour a pot with mud?" "Indeed." "The infra was theao systeries?" "Stated in the most general terms, that would be it." "And what was the response of Fondue and Maeght." "They told me that there was a great black horse, and that it had in miing me." "They did?" "It would e by night, they said. I lay awake waiting." "Did it present itself? The horse?" "No. But I awaited it. I await it still." "One more question: is it true that you allowed the fires uhe vats to go out, on the night of January sixteenth, while pursuing this private vea?" "It is true." "Vatricide. That crime of crimes. Well it doesnt look good for you, Bill. It doesnt look at all good for you."
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