Their fatigue had cut through so many levels, had... Their fatigue had cut through so many levels, had blunted finally so many of their senses that they were reduced to the lowest common denominator of their existenceCarrying him was the only reality they knew
And so for hours they labored forward, ready to collapse at any moment, but somehow never quite falling unconsciousToward the end they had only a dumb wonder that they could abuse their bodies so mightily and have them still function
Wilson fell into a fever and drifted along in a heavy swell of fogThe jolting of the litter became dull and leaden, almost pleasantThe few words he heard, the hoarse panting communications between Ridges and Goldstein, the sound of his own voice, indeed all sensations entered his head quite separately like doors opening into individual closetsHis senses were exceptionally vivid, he felt every spasm of their
borse gucci muscles in the tremors of the litter, and obversely the pains of his wound seemed remote, something that came to him outside the envelope of his bodyBut one thing had deserted himHe was completely passive, blissfully tired, and it took him minutes to decide to ask for anything, or to bring his hand up to his forehead to chase an insectAnd when he did, his fingers remained motionless on his face for almost as long before he dropped his arm again
He rambled on about anything that came into his mind, talking for minutes at a time, his voice rasping weakly or rising to a shout without any controlAnd the men carrying him listened without understanding the meaning of his words or even caring
"They was woman in Kansas when Ah was out at Riley, she used to take me up and live wi' me jus' as if Ah was her husbandAh never even stayed in the goddam barracks, Ah
louis vuitton wien jus' use' to tell 'em mah wife was in townThat woman use' to cook for me and mend mah uniforms and starch 'em nice as you please, they wa'n't a damn thing she wouldn' do for me"Ah gotta picture of her Ah'd like to show ya if you jus' wait a minute His hand would fumble at his pocket, then forget about it"Figgered Ah wasn't married and Ah never set her right, Ah figgered Ah might even shack up with her after the waw, and what was the goddam sense of jus' losin' a good woman, Ah never could see the point to thatAh jus' tole her Ah was a collidge gradjit, and she believe' meGoddam women'll believe any damn thing if en you just keep layin' 'em regular He sighed, coughed feebly, a little blood inching once more out of his mouthIt stirred a few ripples of fear in him, and he shook his headHe was weary and yet he couldn't give up"They get me back damn
sac chloe doctors'll fix me up good as newThe bullet had whanged into his flesh with incredible force and he had bled at intervals for a day and a half, had been shocked and jolted on the litter, had undergone the torments of his woundBut it never occurred to him to quitThere were so many things he wanted to do
"Ah tell you men Ah ain't sayin' screwin' a nigger is right thing to do, but Ah git a little tempted ever' now and thenThey was a nigger gal use' to pass mah pappy's house almost ev' day, an' Ah can still see way her ass wiggle
He roused himself almost on his elbow, looked at Ridges evenly for a moment
"Eveh screw any nigger stuff?" he asked him
Ridges stopped, set the stretcher downFor once he had heard Wilson"You can shut up that kine of talk," he told himHis breath came in heavy sobs and he stared at Wilson vacantly as if he could not focus his
gucci clearance eyes"Nuff of that," he blurted outEven in his exhaustion he was profoundly shocked"Ought know better talk like that," he panted
"Ridges, you're jus' chickenshit," Wilson said
Ridges shook his head like a bullAll his life there had been any number of things he could not doMaking love to a Negro was a luxury as well as a sin to him; it was one of the excessive things you could not do and survive
But Wilson was far away alreadyThe warmth in his body, the pleasantly heavy lassitude of his limbs tricked himHe thought it was sexual anticipation, and a thick foundationless lust rose in his throatHe closed his eyes, recalling a moonlit night and the creekbank of the river outside his townHe chuckled weakly, some phlegm burbling into his throatHe swallowed it againHe felt his cheeks puckering, and he lapsed into a gentle weeping which issued easily out of
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