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Falconer 124 did. The din of the shouting only made his torpor more desirable, the noises worked on him like the blessing of some destructive drug, and he saw his brain cells like the cells of a honeycomb being destroyed by an alien solvent. Then Chicken set fire to his mattress and began to blow on the small flames and ask men to pass him paper to keep the fire going. Farragut barely heard him. They passed up toilet paper, hoarded announcements and letters from home. Chicken blew so hard on the flames that he blew out all his teeth—uppers and lowers. When he got these back into place he began to yell—Farragut barely heard him—“Set fire to your mattress, burn the fucking place down, watch the flames leap, see them coughing to death, see the flames shoot up through the roof, see them burning, see them burning and crying.” Farragut heard this remotely, but he distinctly heard Tiny pick up the phone and ask: “Red Alert.” Then Tiny shouted: “Well, what the hell did you tell me you got a Red Alert for when you ain’t got no Red Alert. Well, all right—I got them all yelling and throwing stuff around and setting fire to their mattresses, so why ain’t my cellblock just as dangerous as C and B? Just because I ain’t got no millionaires and governors in here don’t mean that my cellblock ain’t as dangerous as some other cellblock. I got all the boobs in here and it’s like a dynamite cap. I tell you they’re burning their mattresses. Well, don’t tell me you got this Red Alert when you’re drinking whiskey in the squad room. All right, you’re scared. So am I. I’m human. I could use a drink. Well, all right, then, but step on it.” “CELL BLOCK F UNDER RED ALERT. CELL BLOCK F UNDER RED ALERT.” That was ten minutes later. Then the door rolled open and they came in, eighteen of them wearing masks and yellow waterproofs, armed with clubs and gas cans. Two men got the hose off the rack and aimed it at the block. They moved clumsily. It could be the waterproofs or maybe they were drunk. Chisholm pulled off his mask and got the bullhorn. Chisholm was drunk and frightened. His features were all wrong, like a face reflected in moving water. He had the brows of one man, the mouth of
Falconer 125 another and the thin, bitter voice of a third. “Stand at attention by your doors or you’ll get the hose and you’ll get it like a bunch of sticks with nails in them, you’ll get it like stones, you’ll get it like a rod of iron. Put out your fire, Chicken, and get it through your heads that you men is powerless. This place is surrounded with armed troops from all over the state. We got the power to scatter your fire wherever you light it. You is powerless. Now put out your mattress, Chicken, and sleep in your own mess. Blow out their lights, Tiny. Sweet dreams.” They were gone, the door closed and it was dark. Chicken was whimpering. “Don’t sleep, nobody, don’t nobody close their eyes. You close your eyes they’ll kill you. They’ll kill you in your sleep. Don’t nobody go to sleep.” In the blessed dark Farragut got his copper wire and his toilet paper roll and began to build his radio. How beautiful the wire seemed, a slender, clean, gold-colored tie to the world of the living, from which he seemed to hear, now and then, the clash of men, the roar of men tearing at one another’s heads. It came and went and he dismissed it as an illusion, compared at least to the splendor of building, out of paper and wire, some bond or lock or shining buckle that could fasten two worlds. When it was done he sighed like a gratified lover and mumbled: “Praise be to Thee, O Lord.” Chicken was still whimpering: “Don’t go to sleep, nobody. Nobody goes to sleep.” Farragut slept heavily. When Farragut woke he saw through the poor light and the dark sky that the weather had not changed. A thunderstorm or a strong northwest wind might break it or it might taper off into a ten-hour rain and a slow clearing. He saw, at the window, that Chisholm had lied. There were no troops around the walls. Had there been troops there he would have heard the noise, he would have felt the stir of troops. There was nothing, and he felt disappointed. Perhaps there were no troops to spare. The heaviness of the air was
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FALCONER JOHN CHEEVER
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Falconer 3 Copyright Falconer Copyr
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Falconer 5 eForeword During a writi
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Falconer 7 Falconer
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Falconer 9 but was manacled to nine
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Falconer 11 the guard. But all of t
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Falconer 13 They went up a sloping
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Falconer 15 Farragut’s first visi
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Falconer 17 “What,” she asked,
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Falconer 19 with his, deeply thrill
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Falconer 21 across his face. Her br
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Falconer 23 gamy; he thought that p
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Falconer 25 “Shall we change the
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Falconer 27 She had begun to have t
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Falconer 29 doing in Falconer. It w
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Falconer 31 class. And willingness,
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Falconer 33 churches, at some times
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Falconer 35 convicts, and there wer
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Falconer 37 It was half and half. H
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Falconer 39 outstripped the human s
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Falconer 41 planted with costly fir
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Falconer 43 avoid excitement. It se
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Falconer 45 water, wiped his ass on
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Falconer 47 Liechtenstein. His back
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Falconer 49 against the image of th
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Falconer 51 will not go to the club
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Falconer 53 rise. This clowning was
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Falconer 55 twice a week. There’s
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Falconer 57 at him,” said Farragu
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Falconer 59 much a citizen. As a ta
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Falconer 61 find a church. In the p
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Falconer 63 shoulder—and I lay on
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Falconer 65 “You are not the most
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Falconer 67 took the funicular up,
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Falconer 69 Farragut was still limp
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Falconer 71 fall, Farragut stood at
Page 75 and 76: Falconer 73 forty-five-thousand-dol
Page 77 and 78: Falconer 75 won’t stuff their wiv
Page 79 and 80: Falconer 77 Now watch me smile. See
Page 81 and 82: Falconer 79 you outside the infirma
Page 83 and 84: Falconer 81 University. He would be
Page 85 and 86: Falconer 83 mileage he could expect
Page 87 and 88: Falconer 85 once, when he got off t
Page 89 and 90: Falconer 87 ice cream and coffee. A
Page 91 and 92: Falconer 89 experience of alienatio
Page 93 and 94: Falconer 91 one another doesn’t g
Page 95 and 96: Falconer 93 money was. They took Ca
Page 97 and 98: Falconer 95 anything but did I know
Page 99 and 100: Falconer 97 remembered the panic he
Page 101 and 102: Falconer 99 As the day of the cardi
Page 103 and 104: Falconer 101 Farragut got what he h
Page 105 and 106: Falconer 103 target and out the doo
Page 107 and 108: Falconer 105 what we might compare
Page 109 and 110: Falconer 107 He took off his robe a
Page 111 and 112: Falconer 109 It was an August day;
Page 113 and 114: Falconer 111 daughter of Ling Chou
Page 115 and 116: Falconer 113 thought, immeasurable,
Page 117 and 118: Falconer 115 “I don’t know the
Page 119 and 120: Falconer 117 PETER, HAS ARRANGED FO
Page 121 and 122: Falconer 119 squares and put this i
Page 123 and 124: Falconer 121 only get into the show
Page 125: Falconer 123 churches where a beref
Page 129 and 130: Falconer 127 his thighs and his che
Page 131 and 132: Falconer 129 “No, no, no,” said
Page 133 and 134: Falconer 131 cashmere sweaters, sil
Page 135 and 136: Falconer 133 flames and a rush of s
Page 137 and 138: Falconer 135 about your willingness
Page 139 and 140: Falconer 137 was just big enough to
Page 141 and 142: Falconer 139 Wall, or the Amana Pri
Page 143 and 144: Falconer 141 with palms. She rams t
Page 145 and 146: Falconer 143 I ain’t going to sin
Page 147 and 148: Falconer 145 Farragut had stolen an
Page 149 and 150: Falconer 147 worse and then she sug
Page 151 and 152: Falconer 149 believe it. Like there
Page 153 and 154: Falconer 151 intended for his last
Page 155 and 156: Falconer 153 from the back. They we
Page 157 and 158: Falconer 155 the room after a page
Page 159 and 160: Falconer 157 there’s your piano a
Page 161 and 162: Falconer 159 before I’ll be mista
Page 163 and 164: Falconer 161 got no fear, no fear a
Page 165 and 166: Falconer 163 his grave was no more
Page 167 and 168: Falconer 165 of some stair. The bla
Page 169 and 170: Falconer 167 At a distant corner un
Page 171 and 172: Falconer 169 Farragut put his arms
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