"Yes, Ira." He was right. I was still treating him like a semi-stranger and he resented it. He had irritated me befwhen I had thought that he was goading Minna on; but I saw now that, after all, he was no worse than any of the others.
"Well, the party turned into a terrible mess, didn't it?"
"Yes," I agreed.
"Do you ever wonder what's the matter with these people?"
"I've been wondering," I said. "What do you think?"
"So you want my opinion," Brill said, smiling. "You want to see this as an outsider sees it?"
"Yon're not exactly an outsider, Jack."
"I've only been around five or six years.
Well, if you want to know how I feel about it '@.
"You're being a little hard on me," I murmured.
"That's right. I am. This is a tight little bunch.
I like some of the people in it. I like Minna a lot.
Others lean to the snob side. They're not very agreeable. They're cold.
Even you, if you don't mind my saying so."
"I don't'.
"You're all fenced around. It took me some time to find out you weren't such a bad guy. At first I thought you wanted people to come up and sniff you, as if you were a tree. You're a little better than that. Not Abt, though, he's a bad case."
"Maybe he needs more study."
"I wish I could give him what he needs more of. No, there's something wrong. And then you people all seem satisfied to settle down to a long life of taking in each other's laundry. Everybody else is shut out. It's offensive to people like me."
"What makes you come around then?" I said.
"I don't know," said Brill. "I guess it interests me to watch you carry on."
"Oh, I see."
"You asked."
"It's perfectly all right. So long, Jack."
I offered him my hand; after a moment of surprise (perhaps it was an ironic surprise), he took it.
"So long, Joseph."
Iva was in no condition to walk. I got a cab, helped her in, and held her head on my shoulder all the way home. When we stopped at an intersection I looked down at her shadowed face.
The yellow traffic light fell on her temple, where I saw a single vein near the surface of the skin, crooking with the slight groove of the bone. I responded to this almost as I had to Minna on the couch.
The cab con-tinued down the black street, which was streaked with the remnants of that afternoon's snowfall waning under the changed warm wind.
What could I say to allthis? I asked myself fitfully and as though I, too, were a little drunk.
I thought that with one leap "nasty, brtttish, and short" had landed in our midst. All my feelings, what I had felt in looking at Mirma, what I had felt at Jack Brill's words and at Iva's disobedience, now attacked me together. What could I say? I repeated, hut ia the midst of the question perceived my purpose in asking it. I was looking for a way to clear Abt or protect him, and, through him, what was left of the "colony of the spirit." But then, how much was he to be blamed?
For let us admit the truth. One was constantly threatened, shouldered, and, sometimes invaded by "nasty, brutish, and short," lost fights to it in unexpected corners. In the colony? Even in oneself. Was anyone immune altogether? In times like these?
There were so many treasons; they were a medium, like air, like water; they passed in and out of you, they made themselves your accomplices; nothing was impenetrable to them.
The cab stopped. I helped Ira into./jelaouse, undressed her and put her to bed. She lay on the blankets, naked, shielding her eyes from the light with her wrist. I turned off the switch and in the dark took off my own clothes.
What sort of barrier could one put up against them, these treasons? If, in Abt, cruelty and the desire for revenge were reduced to pinching a woman's hand, what would my own mind give up if one examined its tiniest gaps and runnels? And what about Iva? — and the others, what about the others? ut suddenly I felt that none of this excused Abt and that I had only cunningly maneuvered to achieve the very end I had begun by rejecting. No, I could not justify him. I had been revolted by the way he had pinched her. I could find no excuse for him, none whatsoever. I was beginning to understand what it was that I felt toward him. Yes, I had been revolted by the rage and spite which emerged in the "game"; it had been so savage because its object could not resist. It was some time before I could bring myself to fall asleep. I would think of this more sanely tomorrow, I promised myself, wiping my forehead on the edge of the sheet. But I already knew that I had hit upon the truth and that I could not easily dispel it tomorrow or any other day. I had an uneasy, dream-ridden night.
This was only the beginning. In the months that followed I began to discover one weakness after another in all I had built up around me. I saw what Jack Brill had seen, but, knowing it better, saw it more keenly and severely. It would be difficult for anyone else to know how this affected me, since no one could understand as well as I the nature of my plan, its rigidity, the extent to which I depended on it. Foolish or not, it had answered my need.
The plan could be despised; my need could not be.
I have not visited Minna or Harry since the party. I do not know what sort of aftermath there was; I suppose their troubles were eventually ironed out.
Abt has gone to Washington. he writes occasionally, usually to ask why he so seldom hears from me. He is doing well as an administra. tor, one of the "bright young men," though I understand he is not satisfied. I don't think he ever will be satisfied. I should perhaps write oftener; he is, after all, an old friend. It isn't his fault that I am disappointed in him.
December 23
S. erA" matil eleven o'clock; sat around all afternoon arcl thought of nothing in particular. We are going to have Christmas dinner with Amos. Ira accepted his invitation.
December 24
MYRON ADLER phoned to say that his agency had decided to hire women to make the survey; there is less possibility of their being taken away, leaving things in mid-air. But he did try to get me in, Myron says. He has kept a copy of the memorandum he sent recommending me and he is sending it on as proof that he kept his word. I told him it wasn't necessary to send it; I believed him.
He is sending it anyway. He wants to have a talk with me in the near future. We have agreed tentatively to meet during the holiday. He feels, I daresay, that I need to be taken in hand by someone and straightened out. It's good of him, but I don't think I could allow him to do much for me.
We got "Season's Greetings" cards from ccIohn Pearl and from Abt. One of these days I'll have to get around to the dime store to buy envelopes. Iva put in a supply of cards a week ago but she forgot to buy envelopes. Can't convince myself that it's worth the bother. But I suppose we ought to keep up our end of the amenities.
Vanaker is drinking heavily these days. He disposes of his empty pints by throwing them into the neighboring yards. This morning I counted eighteen in the snow.
Ira insists that we keep our door locked.
Some of her things are missing. Ethel Pearl sent her five small bottles of perfume for her birthday; two of these are gone from the basket on the dresser, and Iva says in her positive way: "He's a kleptomaniac." She means Vanaker, of course. She is indignant about the loss of her perfume and means to talk to Mrs.
Briggs about it. I shall have to start wearing my room key on a chain.
December 26
I SEEM to be unable to stay out of trouble.
Disgraced myself at my brother's house last night.
I can take it lightly, but Iva feels it very keenly.
My brother Amos, who is my senior by twelve years, is a wealthy man. He began his career as a messenger on the Exchange and before he was twenty-five had become a member of that body, with a seat of his own. The family is very proud of him, and he, in turn, has been a reliable son, very much alive to his duties. Toward me he took a protective attitude at first, but he soon gave up, confessing that he did not know what I was after. He was hurt when I became a radical, relieved when he assured himself I was one no longer. He was disappointed when I married Ira.