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Falconer 48<br />
Louisa came directly to the house and, standing in the hallway,<br />
exclaimed: “You cannot pump gasoline!” “Why not?” asked<br />
Farragut’s mother. Aunt Louisa’s chauffeur came in and put a box<br />
of tomatoes on the floor. He wore puttees. “Because,” said Aunt<br />
Louisa, “you will lose all your friends.” “To the contrary,” said<br />
Farragut’s mother. “I shall discover precisely who they are.”<br />
The cream of the post-Freudian generation were addicts. The rest<br />
were those psychiatric reconstructions you used to see in the back<br />
of unpopular rooms at cocktail parties. They seemed to be intact,<br />
but if you touched them in the wrong place at the wrong time they<br />
would collapse all over the floor like a spatch-cocked card trick.<br />
Drug addiction is symptomatic. Opium eaters know. Farragut<br />
remembered a fellow opium eater named Polly, whose mother was<br />
an on-again off-again recording and club singer. Her name was<br />
Corinne. When Corinne was way down and struggling to get back,<br />
Farragut took Polly to her mother’s big breakthrough in Las Vegas.<br />
The breakthrough was successful and Corinne went on from a hasbeen<br />
to the third-biggest recording star in the world, and while<br />
this was important, what he remembered was that Polly, who had<br />
trouble with her size, ate all the bread and butter on the table<br />
during her mummy’s first critical set and when this was finished—<br />
Farragut meant the set—everybody stood up and cheered and<br />
Polly grasped his arm and said: “That’s my mummy, that’s my<br />
dear mummy.” So there was dear mummy in a hard spot that<br />
blazed with the blues of a diamond and would in fact prove to be<br />
the smile of the world and how could you square this with lullabys<br />
and breast-feeding except by eating opium? For Farragut the word<br />
“mother” evoked the image of a woman pumping gas, curtsying at<br />
the Assemblies and banging a lectern with her gavel. This confused<br />
him and he would blame his confusion on the fine arts, on Degas.<br />
There is a Degas painting of a woman with a bowl of<br />
chrysanthemums that had come to represent to Farragut the great<br />
serenity of “mother.” The world kept urging him to match his own<br />
mother, a famous arsonist, snob, gas pumper and wing shot,