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Falconer 44<br />
him a swift push. He jumped or fell out the window, missed the<br />
iron spears and landed on his knees on the paving. One of the<br />
departing guests returned and helped him to his feet and he went<br />
on talking about when they would meet again. He did this to avoid<br />
looking back at the window to see, if he might, who had pushed<br />
him. That he didn’t want to know. He had sprained an ankle and<br />
bruised a knee, but he refrained from thinking about the incident<br />
again. Many years later, walking in the woods, Eben had suddenly<br />
asked: “Do you remember that party at Sarah’s when you got<br />
terribly drunk and someone pushed you out the window?” “Yes,”<br />
said Farragut. “I’ve never told you who it was,” said Eben. “It was<br />
that man from Chicago.” Farragut thought that his brother had<br />
incriminated himself with this remark, but Eben seemed to feel<br />
exonerated. He braced his shoulders, lifted his head to the light<br />
and began to kick the leaves on the path vigorously.<br />
The lights and the TV went off. Tennis began to ask: “Have you<br />
been taken care of? Have you been taken care of?” Farragut, lying<br />
on his cot thinking of the morning and his possible death, thought<br />
that the dead, compared to the imprisoned, would have some<br />
advantages. The dead would at least have panoramic memories<br />
and regrets, while he, as a prisoner, found his memories of the<br />
shining world to be broken, intermittent and dependent upon<br />
chance smells—grass, shoe leather, the odor of piped water in the<br />
showers. He possessed some memories, but they were eclipsed and<br />
indisposed. Waking in the morning, he cast wildly and desperately<br />
around for a word, a metaphor, a touch or smell that would grant<br />
him a bearing, but he was left mostly with methadone and his<br />
unruly keel. He seemed, in prison, to be a traveler and he had<br />
traveled in enough strange countries to recognize this keen<br />
alienation. It was the sense that on waking before dawn,<br />
everything, beginning with the dream from which he waked, was<br />
alien. He had dreamed in another language and felt on waking the<br />
texture and smell of strange bedclothes. From the window came<br />
the strange smell of strange fuels. He bathed in strange and rusty