Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Personae
- I: Early Days
- One. Control
- Two. Doubt
- Three. Fate
- Four. Same
- Five. Fine Arts
- Six. In Loco Parentis
- Seven. Settling
- Eight. Neighbors
- Nine. Prospects
- Ten. The Lucky
- Eleven. Instruction
- Twelve. Same
- Thirteen. This Is a Pipe
- Fourteen. This Is Not a Pipe
- Fifteen. The Reason
- Sixteen. That Person
- Seventeen. Predictably
- II: Writing Teacher
- Eighteen. Early Poems
- Nineteen. Motivation
- Twenty. Allegory
- Twenty-One. Grief
- Twenty-Two. A Portrait
- Twenty-Three. Veils
- Twenty-Four. Soft Power
- Twenty-Five. Lists
- Twenty-Six. A Break
- Twenty-Seven. Elsewhere
- Twenty-Eight. Custom
- Twenty-Nine. Parity
- Thirty. Fortune
- III: Volta
- Thirty-One. Images
- Thirty-Two. A Very Interesting Young Man
- Thirty-Three. Letters
- Thirty-Four. We Prefer to See Ourselves Living
- Thirty-Five. Love
- Thirty-Six. The Iceberg
- IV: Your Best Reader
- Thirty-Seven. A Novelist
- Thirty-Eight. In Advance of the Broken Arm
- Thirty-Nine. Their Penultimate Encounter
- Forty. Détente
- Forty-One. Worlds
- Forty-Two. Recognition
- Forty-Three. Persistence
- Forty-Four. And Then
- Forty-Five. Mingling
- Forty-Six. You
- Forty-Seven. Persona
- Forty-Eight. Est et Non
- Forty-Nine. The Author
- Epilogue
- Afterword: The Libertine
- Acknowledgments
- About the Authors
This was neat enough, but the thing that bothered Clare, the thing that interested her, was that each prisoner must use his own allotted time only to interpret the contest as it occurs to others. If a prisoner misunderstands another’s hesitation, if he allows himself to be preceded, time will lose its meaning.
Thirty. Fortune
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Fortune
But, truly, it’s amazing! It’s fully a miracle! Does Loudermilk not realize what a powerful enemy he has cultivated for himself in Anton Beans? Can this reality truly not have sifted down into the dim sedimentary stream of this individual’s so-called thought? Does Loudermilk not have the faintest clue as to Anton Beans’s formidable and copious resources? Either Loudermilk has a death wish, which, given his obvious taste for embodied life Anton Beans feels safe in ruling out as a factor, or, what is worse, he simply does not know. Loudermilk is, possibly, for some unfathomable reason, unable to sense, and therefore ignorant of, Anton Beans’s abilities. That this second option is so evidently the case is beyond maddening to Anton Beans. Loudermilk fucking underestimates him! There is the rub.
If Loudermilk were, for just one moment, able to get it through his thick (admittedly unusually well-formed) Cro-Magnon skull what a dedicated adversary he has now actively nurtured for himself in Anton Beans, surely Loudermilk would never dare to repeat a stunt like the one he pulled two packets ago, submitting a poem with a title that was obviously a muted commentary on Beans’s own extraordinarily natural, well-maintained pelisse. When Beans had graciously offered to provide a close reading, Loudermilk’s response had been, “No, dude, it’s chill,” by which he indicated that Beans should not trouble himself. The other workshop participants found this absurd demurral at first baffling and then, distressingly for Beans, very, very funny. Beans is still trying to get their ringing giggles and guffaws out of his brain, where he fears these echoes of ignorance and folly may have permanently lodged, due to his own infallible memory.
That any of this happened at all bespeaks a towering lack of perspicuity and gross miscalculation on the part of Loudermilk. Exhibit A, Beans does not hail from Maryland. Exhibit B, Loudermilk is an obvious philistine. Loudermilk will, Beans reasons, have to pay. And not at a seasonal discount, either.