The sun came outThe
sun came out. It was warm and pleasant. The
young gentleman felt relieved. He was no longer breaking the law. Sitting on
the bank he took the bottle of marsala out of
his pocket and passed it to Peduzzi. Peduzzi passed it back. The young
gentleman took a drink of it and passed it to Peduzzi again. Peduzzi passed it
"Drink," he said, "drink. It's your marsala."
another short drink the young gentleman handed the bottle over. Peduzzi had
been watching it closely. He took the bottle very hurriedly and tipped it up.
The gray hairs in the folds of his neck oscillated as he drank, his eyes fixed
on the end of the narrow brown bottle. He drank it all. The
sun shone while he drank. It was wonderful.
This was a great day, after all. A
"Senta, caro! In
the morning at seven." He had
called the young gentleman caro several times and nothing had happened. It was
good marsala. His eyes glistened. Days
like this stretched out ahead. It would begin at seven in the
to walk up the hill toward the village. The young gentleman went on
ahead. He was quite a way up the hill. Peduzzi called to him. "Listen, caro,
can you let me take five lire for a favor?"
"For today?" asked the
young gentleman frowning.
"No, not today. Give it to
me today for tomorrow.
I will provide everything for
tomorrow. Pane, salami, formaggio, good
stuff for all of us. You and I and the
Signora. Bait for fishing, minnows, not worms only. Perhaps I can get some
marsala. All for five lire. Five lire for a favor."
The young gentleman
looked through his pocketbook and took out a two-lire note and two ones.
"Thank you, caro. Thank you," said Peduzzi, in the tone of one member
of the Carleton Club accepting the Morning Post from another.
This was living. He was through with the hotel garden, breaking up frozen manure with a dung
fork. Life was opening out.
My old man had a big lot of money after that race and he
took to coming into Paris oftener. If they raced at Tremblay he'd have them
drop him in the village on their way
back to Maisons and he and I would sit out in front of the Cafe de la Paix and
watch the people go by: It's fun sitting there.
There's streams of
people going by and all sorts of guys come up and want to sell you things, and
I loved to sit there with my old man. That
was when we'd have the most fun. Guys would come by selling funny
rabbits that jumped
if you squeezed a bulb and they'd come up to us and my old man would kid with
He could talk French just like English and all those
category of guys knew him
'cause you can always tell a jockey - and then we always sat at the same table
and they got used to seeing us there. There were guys selling matrimonial
papers and girls selling rubber eggs that when you squeezed them a rooster came
out of them and one old wormy looking guy that went by with postcards of Paris,
showing them to everybody, and, of course, nobody ever bought any, and then he
would come back and show the under side of the pack and they would all be
smutty postcards and lots of people would dig down and buy them.
remember the funny people that
used to go by. Girls around supper time looking for somebody to take them out
to eat and they'd
speak to my old man and he'd make some joke at them in French and they'd pat me
on the head and go on.
Once there was an American woman sitting with
her kid daughter at the next table to us and they were both eating ices and I
kept looking at the girl and she was awfully good looking and I smiled at her
and she smiled at me but that was all that ever came of it because I looked for
her mother and her every day and I
made up ways that I was going to speak to
her and I wondered if I got to know her if her mother would let me
take her out to Auteuil or Tremblay but I never saw either of them again.
Anyway, I guess it wouldn't have been any good, anyway, because
looking back on it I
remember the way I
thought out would be best to speak to
her was to say, "Pardon me, but perhaps I can give you a
winner at Enghien today?" and,
after all, maybe she would have thought
I was a tout instead of really trying to give her a
We'd sit at the Cafe de la Paix, my old man and me, and we
had a big drag with the waiter because my old man drank
whisky and it cost five francs, and that meant
a good tip when the saucers were counted up.
My old man was drinking
more than I had ever seen him, but he wasn't riding at all now and besides he
said that whisky kept his weight down. But I
noticed he was putting it on just the same.
He'd busted away from his
old gang out at Maisons and seemed to like just sitting around on the boulevard
with me. But he was dropping money every day at the track. He'd feel sort of doleful
after the last race, if he'd lost on the day, until we'd get to our table and he'd
have his first whisky and then he'd be fine.
He'd be reading the
Paris-Sport and he'd look over at me and say, "Where's your girl, Joe?" to kid
me on account I had told him about the girl that
day at the next table. And I would get
red, but I liked being kidded about her. It gave me a good
feeling. "Keep your
eye peeled for her, Joe," he'd say,
"she'll be back."
Hemingway, from In Our Time
back to stacks
This web site is not a commercial web site and
is presented for educational purposes only.
This website defines a new
perspective with which to engage reality to which its author adheres. The
author feels that the falsification of reality outside personal experience has
created a populace unable to discern propaganda from reality and that this has
been done purposefully by an international corporate cartel through their
agents who wish to foist a corrupt version of reality on the human race.
Religious intolerance occurs when any group refuses to tolerate religious
practices, religious beliefs or persons due to their religious ideology. This
web site marks the founding of a system of philosophy named The Truth of the
Way of Life - a rational gnostic mystery religion based on reason which
requires no leap of faith, accepts no tithes, has no supreme leader, no church
buildings and in which each and every individual is encouraged to develop a
personal relation with the Creator and Sustainer through the pursuit of the
knowledge of reality in the hope of curing the spiritual corruption that has
enveloped the human spirit. The tenets of The Truth of the Way of Life are
spelled out in detail on this web site by the author. Violent acts against
individuals due to their religious beliefs in America is considered a "hate
This web site in no way condones violence. To the contrary the
intent here is to reduce the violence that is already occurring due to the
international corporate cartels desire to control the human race. The
international corporate cartel already controls the world economic system,
corporate media worldwide, the global industrial military entertainment complex
of America and is responsible for the collapse of morals, the elevation of
self-centered behavior and the destruction of global ecosystems. Civilization
is based on cooperation. Cooperation does not occur at the point of a
American social mores and values have declined precipitously over
the last century as the corrupt international cartel has garnered more and more
power. This power rests in the ability to deceive the populace in general
through corporate media by pressing emotional buttons which have been
preprogrammed into the population through prior corporate media psychological
operations. The results have been the destruction of the family and the
destruction of social structures that do not adhere to the corrupt
international elites vision of a perfect world. Through distraction and
coercion the direction of thought of the bulk of the population has been
directed toward solutions proposed by the corrupt international elite that
further consolidates their power and which further their purposes.
views and opinions presented on this web site are the views and opinions of
individual human men and women that, through their writings, showed the
capacity for intelligent, reasonable, rational, insightful and unpopular
thought. All factual information presented on this web site is believed to be
true and accurate and is presented as originally presented in print media which
may or may not have originally presented the facts truthfully. Opinion and
thoughts have been adapted, edited, corrected, redacted, combined, added to,
re-edited and re-corrected as nearly all opinion and thought has been
throughout time but has been done so in the spirit of the original writer with
the intent of making his or her thoughts and opinions clearer and relevant to
the reader in the present time.
Fair Use Notice
This site may contain copyrighted material the use of which has
not always been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. We are making
such material available in our efforts to advance understanding of criminal
justice, human rights, political, economic, democratic,
scientific, and social justice
issues, etc. We believe this constitutes a 'fair use' of any such copyrighted
material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. In
accordance with Title 17 U.S.C. Section 107, the material on this site is
distributed without profit to those who have expressed a prior interest in
receiving the included information for research and educational purposes. For
more information see: www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/17/107.shtml. If you wish to
use copyrighted material from this site for purposes of your own that go beyond
'fair use', you must obtain permission from the copyright owner.
© Lawrence Turner
All Rights Reserved