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Falconer 145<br />
Farragut had stolen and no one had found the honed typewriter<br />
key. After new uniforms were issued, alterations were in order.<br />
Most of the men wanted their new issue cut and resewn along<br />
sharp lines. It was four days before there was any green thread for<br />
sale, and the supply ran out in an hour, but Bumpo and Tennis,<br />
both of whom could sew, got a spool and a week was spent in<br />
fittings and alterations. “Knock, knock,” said the Cuckold, and<br />
Farragut asked him in although he did not and never had truly<br />
wanted to see his mate. He did want to hear a voice other than TV,<br />
and to feel in his cell the presence of another man, a companion.<br />
The Cuckold was a compromise, but he had no choice. The<br />
Cuckold had had his new issue cut so tight that it must be painful.<br />
The seat of his pants would bark his asshole like the saddle of a<br />
racing bike and the crotch definitely gave him pain, Farragut could<br />
see, because he flinched when he sat down. In spite of all this pain,<br />
thought Farragut uncharitably, there was nothing appetizing to be<br />
seen, but then his thinking about the Cuckold was generally<br />
uncharitable. As his mate sat down and prepared to talk again<br />
about his wife, Farragut thought that the Cuckold had an<br />
inflatable ego. He seemed, preparing to talk, to be in the act of<br />
being pumped up with gas. Farragut had the illusion that this<br />
increase in size was palpable and that the Cuckold, swelling, would<br />
push the copy of Descartes off the table, push the table up against<br />
the bars, uproot the toilet and destroy the cot where he lay. His<br />
story, Farragut knew, would be unsavory, but what Farragut didn’t<br />
know was what importance to give unsavory matters. They existed,<br />
they were invincible, but the light they threw was, he thought,<br />
unequal to their prominence. The Cuckold claimed to have a rich<br />
lode of information, but the facts he possessed only seemed to<br />
reinforce Farragut’s ignorance, suspiciousness and his capacity for<br />
despair. These were all parts of his disposition and might, he<br />
guessed, need cultivation. Haste and impetuous optimism could<br />
be contemptible, and with this in mind he did not protest when<br />
the Cuckold cleared his throat and said, “If you was to ask my<br />
advice about marriage, I would advise you not to put too much<br />
attention on fucking. I guess I married her because she was a great