The subway had not yet erupted into violent nocturnal life. His fellow-passengers on the downtown express to Times Square were as dimly ruminant as he, perhaps recalling dimly the glories of other departed empires, Ottoman, Austro-Hungarian, Pharaonic. But one black youth in a rutilant combat jacket saw drug-induced empires within; under the pax alucinatoria the rhomboid and spiral became one. Enderby looked again at the torn-off corner of the abandoned poem on which he had written Live Lancing Show 46th Street or somewhere like that. He had time, also two ten-dollar bills in his pocket. He would go to the Blue Bar of the Algonquin Hotel, a once very literary place, and have a quiet gin or so. He felt all right. The black tea and Sara Lee were worrying the heart combat troops: why was not the rutilant enemy scared?
He got out quite briskly at Times Square and walked down West 44th Street. In the lobby of the Algonquin there were, he saw, British periodicals on sale. He bought The Times and leafed through it standing. In a remote corner of it, he saw, a member of parliament was pleading for a special royal commission to clean up the Old Testament. Dangers even in great classics, provocation to idle and affluent youth etc. In the Blue Bar there were some conspiratorial and lecherous customers at tables, but seated on a bar-stool was a rather loud man whose voice Enderby seemed to recognize. Good God, it was Father Hopkins himself. No, the man who played him in the film. What was his name now?
‘So I said to him up yours, that’s what I said.’
‘That’s it, Mr O’Donnell.’
Coemgen (pronounced Kevin) O’Donnell, that was the man. Enderby had met him briefly at a little party after the London preview, when he had been affably drunk. No coincidence that he was here now: the Algonquin took in actors as much as writers. Sitting at a stool two empty stools away from O’Donnell, Enderby asked politely for a pink gin. O’Donnell, hunched to the counter, heard the voice, swivelled gracelessly and said:
‘You British?’
‘Well, yes,’ Enderby said. ‘British-born but, like yourself I presume, living in exile. Look, we’ve already met.’
‘Never seen you before in my life.’ The voice was wholly American. ‘Lots of guys like you, seen me on the movies, assume acquaintanceshhh. Ip. You British?’
‘Well, yes. British-born but, like yourself I presume, living in …’
‘You said all that crap already, buster. All I asked was a straight queschhh. Okay, you’re British. Needn’t keep on about it. No need to eggs hhhibit the flag tattooed on your ass. And all that sort of. What? What?’
‘The film,’ Enderby said. ‘The movie. The Wreck of the Deutschland.’
‘I was in it. That was my movie.’ He thrust his empty tumbler rudely towards the bartender. He was most unpriestlike in his dress, glistening cranberry suit, violet shirt, shoes that Enderby took to be Gucci. The face was a rugged cornerboy’s, apt for some slum baseball-with-the-kids Maynooth type priest, but hardly for the delicate intellectual unconscious pederast ah-my-dear Hopkins.
‘The point is,’ Enderby said, ‘that I too was in it in a sense. It was my idea. My name was among the credits. Enderby,’ he added, to no applause. ‘Enderby,’ to not even recognition. Coemgen O’Donnell said:
‘Yeah. I guess it had to be somebody’s idea. Everything is kind of built on the idea of some unknown guy. You seen the figures in this week’s Variety? Sex and violence, always the answer. But the guy that wrote the book was not like the guy I played in the movie. No, sir. The original Father Hopkins was a fag.’
‘A priest a fag?’ the bartender said. ‘You don’t say.’
‘There are priest’s fags,’ O’Donnell said. ‘Known several. Have it off with the altar boys. But in the movie he’s normal. Has it off with a nun.’ He nodded gravely at Enderby and said: ‘You British?’
‘Listen,’ Enderby said, ‘Gerard Manley Hopkins was not a homosexual. At least not consciously. Certainly not actively. Sublimation into the love of Christ perhaps. A theory, no more. A possibility. Of no religious or literary interest, of course. A love of male beauty. The Bugler’s First Communion and The Loss of the Eurydice and Harry Ploughman. Admiration for it. “Every inch a tar. Of the best we boast our sailors are.” “Hard as hurdle arms with a broth of goldish flue.” What’s wrong with that, for Christ’s sake?’
‘Broth of goldfish my ass,’ O’Donnell said. ‘Has that guy from the front office come yet?’ he asked the bartender.
‘He’ll come in here, Mr O’Donnell. He’ll know where you are. If I was you, sir, I’d make that one the last. Until after the show, that is.’
‘Show?’ Enderby said. ‘Are you by any chance on the –’ He consulted the tear-off from his pocket. ‘Live Lancing Show?’
‘Hey, that’s good. Sperr would like that. Not that it’s live, old boy, old boy. Nothing’s live, not any more.’ And then: ‘You British?’
‘I’ve said already that I –’
‘You a fag? Okay okay. That’s not what I was going to ask. What I was going to ask was – What was I going to ask?’ he asked the bartender.
‘Search me, Mr O’Donnell.’
‘I know. Something about a bugle-boy. What was that about a bugugle-boy?’
‘The Bugler’s First Communion?’
‘That’s it, I guess. Now this proves that he was a fag. You British? Yeah yeah, asked that already. That means you know the town of Oxford, where the college is, right? It was my father.’
‘What?’
‘Got that balled-up, I guess. Big army barracks there. Cow cow cow something.’
‘Cowley?’
‘Right, you’d know that, being British. Another scatch on the –’
‘Sorry, Mr O’Donnell. You yourself give me strict instructions when you started.’
‘Okay okay, gotta be with old Can Dix. Sending a limousine.’
‘Who? What?’
‘Sending a car round. This talk-show.’
‘I,’ Enderby said, ‘am on the other one, the Spurling one. What,’ he said with apprehension, ‘are you going to tell them?’
‘Listen, old boy old boy, not finished, had I, right? Right. It was my mother’s father. British, with an Irish mother. Sent him off to be good Catholic. Right? One hell of a row, father was Protestant.’
‘Yes,’ Enderby said. ‘“Born, he tells me, of Irish/Mother to an English sire (he/Shares their best gifts surely, fall how things will).”’
‘Not finished, had I, right?’
‘Sorry.’
‘No need to be sorry. Never regret anything, my what the hell do you call it slogan, right? Went over to Ireland with my mother’s father’s mother, he was my mother’s father, you see that?’
‘Right.’
‘Married Irish, the British all got smothered up. Well, that was his story.’
‘What was his story?’
‘Had him down there in the what do you call it presbyt presbyt, his red pants off of him and gave him, you know, the stick. Met him again in Dublin when he was some sort of professor, reminded him of it. Made him very sick. Very sick already.’
‘Oh God,’ Enderby said.
O now well work that sealing sacred ointment!
O for now charms, arms, what bans off bad
And love locks ever in a lad!
Let me though see no more of him, and not disappointment
Those sweet hopes quell whose least me quickenings lift …
‘I can’t believe it,’ Enderby said. ‘I won’t.’ He had intimations of a renewal of quasi-lethal pains ready to shoot from chest to clavicle to arm. No, he wouldn’t have it. He frightened the promise away with a quick draught of gin. ‘So,’ he said. ‘You’re going to tell them all about it?’
‘Not that,’ O’Donnell said. ‘Crack a few gags about nuns. I was with this dame in a taxi and she was a nun. She’d have nun of this and nun of that.’
‘What a filthy unspeakable world,’ Enderby said. ‘What defilement, what horror.’
‘You can say that again. Ah, Josh. It is Josh? Sure
it’s Josh. How are things, Josh? How’s the kids and the missus? The old trouble-and-strife our British friend here would say.’ His Cockney was tolerable. ‘A cap of Rosy Lee and dahn wiv yer rahnd the ahzes.’
‘Getting married next month,’ this Josh said unelatedly. He looked Armenian to Enderby, hairy and with an ovine profile.
‘Is that right, is that really right, well I sure am happy for you, Josh. Our friend here,’ O’Donnell said, ‘has been talking about our movie, Kraut Soup.’ He stood up and appeared not merely sober but actually as though he had just downed a gill of vinegar. He was, after all, an actor. Could you then believe anything he said or did? But how did he know about the barracks at Cowley? ‘What defilement, what horror,’ he said, in exactly Enderby’s accent and intonation.
‘Is that right?’ Josh said. ‘We’d best be on our way, Mr O’Donnell. There may be a fight with the autograph hounds.’
‘Say that story isn’t true,’ Enderby begged. ‘It can’t be true.’
‘My granddaddy swore it was true. He always remembered the name. We had a Mrs Hopkins who cleaned for us. He had nothing against priests, he said. He was a real believer all his life.’
Though this child’s drift/Seems by a divíne doom chánnelled, nor do I cry/Disaster there …
‘The car’s waiting, Mr O’Donnell.’
‘And he saw it wasn’t real sexual excitement. Not like he’d seen in the barracks. It was all tied up with – Well, his hands were shaking with the joy of it, you know.’ Low-latched in leaf-light housel his too huge godhead. Too huge, my dear. ‘Come on, Josh, let’s go. He was only a kid but he saw that.’ He nodded very soberly. ‘So I had to do the part, I guess.’ O’Donnell waved extravagantly to the bartender and guccied out, shepherded by Josh. Enderby had another pink gin, feeling pretty numb. What did it matter, anyway? It was the poetry that counted. I am gall, I am heartburn, God’s most deep decree/Bitter would have me taste. And no bloody wonder.
The ways leading to the television place on 46th Street were warming up nicely with the threat of violence. Violence in itself is not bad, ladies and gentlemen. In a poem you would be entitled to exploit the fortuitous connotations – violins, viols, violets. We need violence sometimes. I feel very violent now. Beware of barbarism, violence for its own sake. It was a little old theatre encrusted with high-voltage light-bulbs. There was a crowd lining up outside, waiting to be the studio audience. They would see themselves waving to themselves tomorrow night, the past waving to the future. The young toughs in control wore uniform blazers, rutilant with a monogram SL, and they would not at first let him in by the stagedoor: you line up with the rest, buster. But then his British accent convinced them that he must be one of the performers. They let him in.
7
PARTIAL TRANSCRIPT OF Sperr Lansing show B/3/57. Recorded but not used. Reserve 2 (Australian Tour) put out as last minute substitute.
SPERR: Thank you thank you (no response to applause killer) thank you thank you well this is what Id call a real dose of the (laughter and applause) I didnt say that I didnt say no I didnt. Seriously though (laughter) the rise in prices. I went to a new barber yesterday and before I even sat down he said thatll be one dollar fifty (laughter). Thats cheap I told him for a haircut (laughter). That he said is for the estimate (laughter and applause). Seriously though (laughter) the way they speak English in New York (laughter). I saw two men at Kennedy Airport the other day and one said to the other When are you leaving. The other said I am leaving in the Bronx (laughter and applause). I have a new tailor did I tell you or should I say I HAD a new tailor (L). I took the suit back and said this doesnt fit. Sure it doesnt fit he said. Youre not wearing it right (L). You have to stick out your left hip and your right shoulder and bend that knee a bit (L and A). Then it fits nice (L). So I did as he said (visual. L and A) and was walking along 46th Street when two doctors came by and I heard one say to the other Look at that poor feller a terrible case of deformity (L). Right says the other. The suit fits nice though (L and prolonged A). Seriously though clients and customers anybody here tonight from Minneapolis and St Paul (A and jeers). I thought not (L). That means I cant say I went out with a girl from up there (L). She was called the tail of two cities (prolonged L and A. Sperr shouts over). Be right back. A great guest list tonight folks desirable Ermine Elderley Jake Summers Prof (Premature start commercial break).
SPERR: So if you want to stay slim and feel overfed girls try it. My first guest tonight is a famous British poet at present visiting professor at … University of Manhattan. Weve asked him to come and say something about a movie that was all his idea and is at present causing a riot in the movie houses of the civilized world. Ladies and gentlemen – Professor Fox Enderby. (Applause card applause. Visual unrehearsed guest trips on wire. A and L).
SPERR: Must say we all admire the suit Professor Enderby (A). A bit of Oldy England (A).
ENDERBY: (Unintelligible) right name.
SPERR: Oh I see just the initials. Pardon me. Well an O is a zero right. And a zeros nothing right. So its just an F and an X. With nothing between. Like I said. FOX. (prolonged A).
ENDERBY: (Unintell).
SPERR: Are you married, professor? (headshake no) Do you have children? (L)
ENDERBY: A wise child knows his own (?)
SPERR: What I want to say is do you would you like children of yours to see a movie like Wreck of the Deutschland.
ENDERBY: Anybody can see what the hell they like for all I care. Anybodys children. Cluding (?) yours.
SPERR: I have a daughter of six. (A) You wouldnt object to her seeing a movie of nuns being er (prolonged A).
ENDERBY: Not the point. The point is to have a world in which nuns are not. Then it wouldnt be in films. Then thered be no danger of your daughter. Besides its adults only.
SPERR: Maybe. But there are disturbing reports of the young seeing the film and then committing atrocities (A).
ENDERBY: What the hell are they clapping for. Because of the atrocities. Would your six year old daughter go round raping nuns.
SPERR: No but shed be disturbed and maybe wake up crying with nightmares. (A) We like to protect our children professor (very prol. A).
ENDERBY: And wheres it got (?) you protecting them. More juvenile violence in America than anywhere else in the world. Not that I object to violence (audience protest). You cant change things without violence. You baggers (?) were violence when you broke away from us in 1776. Not blaming you for that of course. You wanted to do it and were term into do it (??). You were wrong of course. Might still be a bit of law and order if you were still colonial territory. Not ready for self gov (audience protest and some A).
SPERR: Your attitude ties up with your dress professor (prol. A). I understand then that youre very patriotic. But youre not living in Britain are you.
ENDERBY: Cant stand the bloody place. Americanized. The past is the only place worth living in. Imaginary past. Lets get back to what we were talking about before you introduced irreverences (?).
SPERR: You did it not me (A).
ENDERBY: People always blame art literature drama for their own evil. Or other peoples. Art only imitates life. Evils already there. Original sin. Curious thing about America is that it was founded by people who believed original sin and also priesty nation (???) but then you had to watch for signs of gods grace and this was in commercial success making your own way building heaven on earth and so on this led to American plagiarism (?).
SPERR: What words that professor.
ENDERBY: A British monkey called Morgan in Greek Plage us (??????) taught no national pensity (?) to evil. Errorsy (?). Evils in everybody. Desire to kill rape destroy mindless violence …
SPERR: I thought you said you liked violence (prol A).
ENDERBY: Never said that you silly bagger (?). Never said mindless MINDLESS violets. Constructive different.
SPERR: Oh I see sorry. Take a break now. Be right back. Dont go away (prol A.MUSIC POMP CIRCUS DANCE (?)). (Commerci
al break)
SPERR: Oh there you are. Hi. My next guest is also a professor youve met often on the show. Expert on human behaviour and author of many books such as er The Human Engine Waits will you please welcome back professor of psychology Stations of the Cross university Ribblesdale NY Man Balaglas. (Applause card applause. Prof Balaglas)
SPERR: Well hi. Its been quite some time professor.
ENDERBY: What did you say it was called.
BALAGLAS: What.
ENDERBY: This university where youre at. I didnt quite catch the.
BALAGLAS: Stations of the Cross.
ENDERBY: Catholic.
BALAGLAS: Theres Protestant there too. Jews. Fifth Day Adventists. What youd call ecommunionicle (?).
SPERR: And do you like violence too professor (A and some L).
ENDERBY: I never said I like the bloody thing. Mindless I said.
BALAGLAS: Most emphatic no. The great scourge of our age and one of the most urgent of our needs is to laminate (?) it and that is what my own department along with others in other universities regards as research priority. (Pause then some A).
ENDERBY: Youll never get rid of it. Original sin.
BALAGLAS: I would there most emphatic disagree an urgent problem we have to make our cities places where people can walk at night without getting mugged and raped and killed all the time (A).
ENDERBY: (Unintell) all the time.
SPERR: And how can this be done professor.
BALAGLAS: Positive rain forcemeat (?). Instructive urge is not killed (kwelled?) by prison or punishment. Brainwashing that is to say negative through fear of pain already tried but is fundamentally inhuman (e?). We must so condition human mind that reward is expected for doing good not the other way about.
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