Infinite Jest (142 page)

'I don't think I was.’

'Cause I don't want to wake you up if you were.’

'Is it dark or is it me?’

'The sun won't be up for a while, I don't think.’

'So it's dark then.’

'Booboo, I just had a wicked awful dream.’

'You were saying "Thank you Sir may I have another" several times.’

'Sorry Boo.’

'Numerous times.’

'Sorry.’

'I think I slept right through it.’

'Jesus, you can hear Schacht snoring all the way across. You can feel the snores' vibrations in your midsection.’

'I slept right through it. I didn't hear you even come in.’

'Quite a nice surprise to come in and see the good old many-pillowed Mario-shape in his rack again.’

'...’

'I hope you didn't move the bag back here just because it sounded like I might have been asking you. To.’

'I found somebody with tapes of old Psychosis, for until the return. I need you to show me how to ask somebody I don't know to borrow tapes, if we're both devoted.’

'...’

'Hey Hal?’

'Booboo, I dreamed I was losing my teeth. I dreamed that my teeth dry-rotted somehow into shale and splintered when I ate or spoke, and I was jettisoning fragments all over the place, and there was a long scene where I was pricing dentures.’

'All night last night people were coming up going where is Hal, have you seen Hal, what happened with CT and the urine doctor and Hal's urine. Moms asked me where's Hal, and I was surprised at that because of how she makes it a big point never to check up.’

'Then, without any sort of dream-segue, I'm sitting in a cold room, naked as a jaybird, in a flame-retardant chair, and I keep receiving bills in the mail for teeth. A mail carrier keeps knocking on the door and coming in without being invited and presenting me with various bills for teeth.’

'She wants you to know she trusts you at all times and you're too trustworthy to worry about or check up on.’

'Only not for any teeth of mine, Boo. The bills are for somebody else's teeth, not my teeth, and I can't seem to get the mail carrier to acknowledge this, that they're not for my teeth.’

'I promised LaMont Chu I'd tell him whatever information you told me, he was so concerned.’

'The bills are in little envelopes with plasticized windows that show the addressee part of the bills. I put them in my lap until the stack gets so big they start to slip off the top and fall to the floor.’

'LaMont and me had a whole dialogue about his concerns. I like LaMont a lot.’

'Booboo, do you happen to remember S. Johnson?’

'S. Johnson used to be the Moms's dog. That passed away.’

'And you remember how he died, then.’

'Hey Hal, you remember a period in time back in Weston when we were little that the Moms wouldn't go anywhere without S. Johnson? She took him with her to work, and had that unique car seat for him when she had the Volvo, before Himself had the accident in the Volvo. The seat was from the Fisher-Price Company. We went to Himself's opening of Kinds of Light at the Hayden
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that wouldn't let in cigarettes or dogs and the Moms brought S. Johnson in a blind dog's harness-collar that went all the way around his chest with the square bar on the leash thing and the Moms wore those sunglasses and looked up and to the right the whole time so it looked like she was legally blind so they'd let S.J. into the Hayden with us, because he had to be there. And how Himself just thought it was a good one on the Hayden, he said.’

'I keep thinking about Orin and how he stood there and lied to her about S. Johnson's map getting eliminated.’

'She was sad.’

'I've been thinking compulsively about Orin ever since C.T. called us all in. When you think about Orin what do you think, Boo?’

'The best was remember when she had to fly and wouldn't put him in a cagey box and they wouldn't even let a blind dog on the plane, so she'd leave S. Johnson and leave him out tied to the Volvo and she'd make Orin put a phone out there with its antenna up during the day out by where S. Johnson was tied to the Volvo and she'd call on the phone and let it ring next to S. Johnson because she said how S. Johnson knew her unique personal ring on the phone and would hear the ring and know that he was thought about and cared about from afar, she said?’

'She was unbent where that dog was concerned, I remember. She bought some kind of esoteric food for it. Remember how often she bathed it?

'...’

'What was it with her and that dog, Boo?’

'And the day we were out rolling balls in the driveway and Orin and Marlon were there and S. Johnson was there lying there on the driveway tied to the bumper with the phone right there and it rang and rang and Orin picked it up and barked into it like a dog and hung it up and turned it off?’

'...’

'So she'd think it was S. Johnson? The joke that Orin thought was such a good one?’

'Jesus, Boo, I don't remember any of that.’

'And he said we'd get Indian Rub-Burns down both arms if we didn't pretend how we didn't know what she was talking about if and when she asked us about the bark on the phone when she got home?

'The Indian Rub-Burns I remember far too well.’

'We were supposed to shrug and look at her like she was minus cards from her deck, or else?’

'Orin lied with a really pathological intensity, growing up, is what I've been remembering.’

'He made us laugh really hard a lot of times, though. I miss him.’

'I don't know whether I miss him or not.’

'I miss Family Trivia. Do you remember four times he let us sit in on when they played Family Trivia?’

'You've got a phenomenal memory for this stuff, Boo.’

'...’

'You probably think I'm wondering why you don't ask me about the thing with C.T. and Pemulis and the impromptu urine, after the Eschaton debacle, where the urologist took us right down to the administrative loo and was going to watch personally while we filled his cups, like watch it go in, the urine, to make sure it came from us personally.’

'I think I especially have a phenomenal memory for things I remember that I liked.’

'You can ask, if you like.’

'Hey Hal?’

'The key datum is that the O.N.A.N.T.A. guy didn't actually extract urine samples from us. We got to hold on to our urine, as the Moms no doubt knows quite well, don't kid yourself, from C.T.’

'I have a phenomenal memory for things that make me laugh is what I think it is.’

'That Pemulis, without self-abasement or concession of anything compromising, got the guy to give us thirty days — the Fundraiser, the What-aBurger, Thanksgiving Break, then Pemulis, Axford and I pee like racehorses into whatever-sized receptacles he wants, is the arrangement we made.’

'I can hear Schacht, you're right. Also the fans.’

'Boo?’

T like the fans' sound at night. Do you? It's like somebody big far away goes like: it'sOKit'sOKit'sOKit'sOK, over and over. From very far away.’

'Pemulis — the alleged weak-stomached clutch-artist — Pemulis showed some serious brass under pressure, standing there over that urinal. He played the O.N.A.N.T.A. man like a fine instrument. I found myself feeling almost proud for him.’

'...’

'You might think I'm wondering why you aren't asking me why thirty days, why it was so important to extract thirty days from the blue-blazered guy before a G.C./M.S. scan. As in what is there to be afraid of, you might ask.’

'Hal, pretty much all I do is love you and be glad I have an excellent brother in every way, Hal.’

'Jesus, it's just like talking to the Moms with you sometimes, Boo.’

'Hey Hal?’

'Except with you I can feel you mean it.’

'You're up on your elbow. You're on your side, facing my way. I can see your shadow.’

'How does somebody with your kind of Panglossian constitution determine whether you're ever being lied to, I sometimes wonder, Booboo. Like what criteria brought to bear. Intuition, induction, reductio, what?’

'You always get hard to understand when you're up on your side on your elbow like this.’

'Maybe it just doesn't occur to you. Even the possibility. Maybe it's never once struck you that something's being fabricated, misrepresented, skewed. Hidden.’

'Hey Hal?’

'And maybe that's the key. Maybe then whatever's said to you is so completely believed by you that, what, it becomes sort of true in transit. Flies through the air toward you and reverses its spin and hits you true, however mendaciously it comes off the other person's stick.’

'...’

'You know, for me, Boo, people seem to lie in different but definite ways, I've found. Maybe I can't change the spin the way you can, and this is all I've been able to do, is assemble a kind of field guide to the different kinds of ways.’

'...’

'Some people, from what I've seen, Boo, when they lie, they become very still and centered and their gaze very concentrated and intense. They try to dominate the person they lie to. The person to whom they're lying. Another type becomes fluttery and insubstantial and punctuates his lie with little self-deprecating motions and sounds, as if credulity were the same as pity. Some bury the lie in so many digressions and asides that they like try to slip the lie in there through all the extraneous data like a tiny bug through a win-dowscreen.’

'Except Orin used to end up telling the truth even when he didn't think he was.’

'Would that that were a trait family-wide, Boo.’

'Maybe if we call him he'll come to the WhataBurger. You can see him if you want to if you ask, maybe.’

'Then there are what I might call your Kamikaze-style liars. These'll tell you a surreal and fundamentally incredible lie, and then pretend a crisis of conscience and retract the original lie, and then offer you the lie they really want you to buy instead, so the real lie'll appear as some kind of concession, a settlement with truth. That type's mercifully easy to see through.’

'The merciful type of lie.’

'Or then the type who sort of overelaborates on the lie, buttresses it with rococo formations of detail and amendment, and that's how you can always tell. Pemulis was like that, I always thought, til his performance over the urinal.’

'Rococo's a pretty word.’

'So now I've established a subtype of the over-elaborator type. This is the liar who used to be an over-elaborator and but has somehow snapped to the fact that rococo elaborations give him away every time, so he changes and now lies tersely, sparely, seeming somehow bored, like what he's saying is too obviously true to waste time on.’

'...’

'I've established that as a sort of subtype.' 'You sound like you can always tell.’

'Pemulis could have sold that urologist land in there, Boo. It was an incredibly high-pressure moment. I never thought he had it in him. He was nerveless and stomachless. He projected a kind of weary pragmatism the urologist found impossible to discount. His face was a brass mask. It was almost frightening. I told him I never would have believed he had that kind of performance in him.’

'Psychosis live on the radio used to read an Eve Arden beauty brochure all the time where Eve Arden says: "The importance of a mask is to increase your circulation," quote.’

'The truth is nobody can always tell, Boo. Some types are just too good, too complex and idiosyncratic; their lies are too close to the truth's heart for you to tell.’

'I can't ever tell. You wanted to know. You're right. It never crosses my mind.’

'...’

'I'm the type that'd buy land, I think.’

'You remember my hideous phobic thing about monsters, as a kid?’

'Boy do I ever.’

'Boo, I think I no longer believe in monsters as faces in the floor or feral infants or vampires or whatever. I think at seventeen now I believe the only real monsters might be the type of liar where there's simply no way to tell. The ones who give nothing away.’

'But then how do you know they're monsters, then?’

'That's the monstrosity right there, Boo, I'm starting to think.’

'Golly Ned.’

'That they walk among us. Teach our children. Inscrutable. Brass-faced.’

'Can I ask you how it is being in that thing?’

Thing?’

'You know. Don't play dumb and embarrass me.’

'A wheelchair is a thing which: you prefer it or do not prefer, it is no distance. Difference. You are in the chair even if you do not prefer it. So it is better to prefer, no?’

'I can't believe I'm drinking. There's all these people in the House they're always worried they're going to drink. I'm in there for drugs. I've never had more than a beer ever in my life. I only came in here to throw up from getting mugged. Some street guy was offering to be a witness and he would not leave me alone. I didn't even have any money. I came in here to vomit.’

'I know what it is you are meaning.’

'What's your name one more time?’

'I call myself Rémy.’

'This is a beautiful thing as Hester would say. I don't feel horrid anymore. Ramy I feel better than I feel, felt in ever so I don't know how long. This is like novocaine of the soul. I'm like: why was I spending all that time doing one-hitters when this is really what / call feeling better.’

'Us, I do not take any drugs. I drink infrequently.’

'Well you're making up for lost time I have to say.’

'When I drink I have many drinks. This is how it is for my people.’

'My mom won't even have it in the house. She said it's what made her father drive into concrete and wipe out his entire family. Which like I'm so tired of hearing it. I came in here — what is this place?’

'This, it is Ryle's Inman Square Club of Jazz. My wife is dying at home in my native province.’

'There's this thing in the Big Book they make us every Sunday we have to drag ourselves out of bed at the absolute crack of dawn and sit in a circle and read out of it and half the people can barely even read and it's excruciating to listen to!’

'You should make your voice lower, for in the hours of no jazz they enjoy low voices, coming in for quiet.’