Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle Part 2, Chapter 6 (view annotations) |
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The matter of that important discussion was a comparison of | |
notes regarding a problem that Van was to try to resolve in | |
another way many years later. Several cases of acrophobia had | |
been closely examined at the Kingston Clinic to determine if | |
388.05 | they were combined with any traces or aspects of time-terror. |
Tests had yielded completely negative results, but what seemed | |
particularly curious was that the only available case of acute | |
chronophobia differed by its very nature—metaphysical flavor, | |
psychological stamp and so forth—from that of space-fear | |
388.10 | True, one patient maddened by the touch of time’s texture pre- |
sented too small a sample to compete with a great group of | |
garrulous acrophobes, and readers who have been accusing Van | |
of rashness and folly (in young Rattner's polite terminology) | |
will have a higher opinion of him when they learn that our | |
388.15 | young investigator did his best not to let Mr T.T. (the chron- |
ophobe) be cured too hastily of his rare and important sickness. | |
Van had satisfied himself that it had nothing to do with clocks | |
or calendars, or any measurements or contents of time, while he | |
suspected and hoped (as only a discoverer, pure and passionate | |
and profoundly inhuman, can hope) that the dread of heights |
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would be found by his colleagues to depend mainly on the | |
misestimation of distances and that Mr Arshin, their best acro- | |
phobe, who could not step down from a footstool, could be | |
made to step down into space from the top of a tower if per- | |
389.05 | suaded by some optical trick that the fire net spread fifty yards |
below was a mat one inch beneath him. | |
Van had cold cuts brought up for them, and a gallon of Gal- | |
lows Ale—but his mind was elsewhere, and he did not shine in | |
the discussion which forever remained in his mind as a grisaille | |
389.10 | of inconclusive tedium. |
They left around midnight; their clatter and chatter still came | |
from the stairs when he began ringing up Ardis Hall—vainly, | |
vainly. He kept it up intermittently till daybreak, gave up, had | |
a structurally perfect stool (its cruciform symmetry reminding | |
389.15 | him of the morning before his duel) and, without bothering to |
put on a tie (all his favorite ones were awaiting him in his new | |
apartment), drove to Manhattan, taking the wheel when he | |
found that Edmond had needed forty-five minutes instead of | |
half an hour to cover one fourth of the way. | |
389.20 | All he had wanted to say to Ada over the dumb dorophone |
amounted to three words in English, contractable to two in | |
Russian, to one and a half in Italian; but Ada was to maintain | |
that his frantic attempts to reach her at Ardis had only resulted | |
in such a violent rhapsody of 'eagre' that finally the basement | |
389.25 | boiler gave up and there was no hot water—no water at all, in |
fact—when she got out of bed, so she pulled on her warmest | |
coat, and had Bouteillan (discreetly rejoicing old Bouteillan!) | |
carry her valises down and drive her to the airport. | |
In the meantime Van had arrived at Alexis Avenue, had lain | |
389.30 | in bed for an hour, then shaved and showered, and almost torn |
off with the brutality of his pounce the handle of the door lead- | |
ing to the terrace as there came the sound of a celestial motor. | |
Despite an athletic strength of will, ironization of excessive | |
emotion, and contempt for weepy weaklings, Van was aware of |
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his being apt to suffer uncurbable blubbering fits (rising at | |
times to an epileptic-like pitch, with sudden howls that shook | |
his body, and inexhaustible fluids that stuffed his nose) ever | |
since his break with Ada had led to agonies, which his self-pride | |
390.05 | and self-concentration had never foreseen in the hedonistic past. |
A small monoplane (chartered, if one judged by its nacreous | |
wings and illegal but abortive attempts to settle on the central | |
green oval of the Park, after which it melted in the morning | |
mist to seek a perch elsewhere) wrenched a first sob from Van | |
390.10 | as he stood in his short 'terry' on the roof terrace (now em- |
bellished by shrubs of blue spiraea in invincible bloom). He | |
stood in the chill sun until he felt his skin under the robe turn | |
to an armadillo's pelvic plates. Cursing and shaking both fists at | |
breast level, he returned into the warmth of his flat and drank a | |
390.15 | bottle of champagne, and then rang for Rose, the sportive |
Negro maid whom he shared in more ways than one with the | |
famous, recently decorated cryptogrammatist, Mr Dean, a per- | |
fect gentleman, dwelling on the floor below. With jumbled | |
feelings, with unpardonable lust, Van watched her pretty be- | |
390.20 | hind roll and tighten under its lacy bow as she made the bed, |
while her lower lover could be heard through the radiator pipes | |
humming to himself happily (he had decoded again a Tartar | |
dorogram telling the Chinese where we planned to land next | |
time!). Rose soon finished putting the room in order, and | |
390.25 | flirted off, and the Pandean hum had hardly time to be |
replaced (rather artlessly for a person of Dean's profession) by | |
a crescendo of international creaks that a child could decipher, | |
when the hallway bell dingled, and next moment whiter-faced, | |
redder-mouthed, four-year-older Ada stood before a convulsed, | |
390.30 | already sobbing, ever-adolescent Van, her flowing hair blending |
with dark furs that were even richer than her sister's. | |
He had prepared one of those phrases that sound right in | |
dreams but lame in lucid life: "I saw you circling above me on | |
libelulla wings"; he broke down on "...ulla," and fell at her |
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feet—at her bare insteps in glossy black Glass slippers—pre- | |
cisely in the same attitude, the same heap of hopeless tenderness, | |
self-immolation, denunciation of demoniac life, in which he | |
would drop in backthought, in the innermost bower of his brain | |
391.05 | every time he remembered her impossible semi-smile as she ad- |
justed her shoulder blades to the trunk of the final tree. An in- | |
visible stagehand now slipped a seat under her, and she wept, | |
and stroked his black curls as he went through his fit of grief, | |
gratitude and regret. It might have persisted much longer had | |
391.10 | not another, physical frenzy, that had been stirring his blood |
since the previous day, offered a blessed distraction. | |
As if she had just escaped from a burning palace and a perish- | |
ing kingdom, she wore over her rumpled nightdress a deep- | |
brown, hoar-glossed coat of sea-otter fur, the famous kamchat- | |
391.15 | stkiy bobr of ancient Estotian traders, also known as "lutro- |
marina" on the Lyaska coast: "my natural fur," as Marina used | |
to say pleasantly of her own cape, inherited from a Zemski | |
granddam, when, at the dispersal of a winter ball, some lady wear- | |
ing vison or coypu or a lowly manteau de castor (beaver, ne- | |
391.20 | metskiy bobr) would comment with a rapturous moan on the |
bobrovaya shuba. "Staren'kaya (old little thing)," Marina used | |
to add in fond deprecation (the usual counterpart of the Bos- | |
tonian lady's coy "thank you" ventriloquizing her banal mink | |
or nutria in response to polite praise—which did not prevent her | |
391.25 | from denouncing afterwards the "swank" of that "stuck-up |
actress," who, actually, was the least ostentatious of souls). | |
Ada's bobrï (princely plural of bobr) were a gift from Demon, | |
who as we know, had lately seen in the Western states con- | |
siderably more of her than he had in Eastern Estotiland when | |
391.30 | she was a child. The bizarre enthusiast had developed the same |
tendresse for her as he had always had for Van. Its new expres- | |
sion in regard to Ada looked sufficiently fervid to make watchful | |
fools suspect that old Demon "slept with his niece" (actually, | |
he was getting more and more occupied with Spanish girls who |
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were getting more and more youthful every year until by the | |
end of the century, when he was sixty, with hair dyed a mid- | |
night blue, his flame had become a difficult nymphet of ten). | |
So little did the world realize the real state of affairs that even | |
392.05 | Cordula Tobak, born de Prey, and Grace Wellington, born |
Erminin, spoke of Demon Veen, with his fashionable goatee and | |
frilled shirtfront, as "Van's successor." | |
Neither sibling ever could reconstruct (and all this, including | |
the sea-otter, must not be regarded as a narrator's evasion—we | |
392.10 | have done, in our time, much more difficult things) what they |
said, how they kissed, how they mastered their tears, how he | |
swept her couch-ward, gallantly proud to manifest his im- | |
mediate reaction to her being as scantily gowned (under her | |
hot furs) as she had been when carrying her candle through | |
392.15 | that magic picture window. |
After feasting fiercely on her throat and nipples he was about | |
to proceed to the next stage of demented impatience, but she | |
stopped him, explaining that she must first of all take her morn- | |
ing bath (this, indeed, was a new Ada) and that, moreover, she | |
392.20 | expected her luggage would be brought up any moment now |
by the louts of the "Monaco" lounge (she had taken the wrong | |
entrance—yet Van had bribed Cordula's devoted janitor to prac- | |
tically carry Ada upstairs). "Quick, quick," said Ada, "da, da, | |
Ada'll be out of the foam in two secs!" But mad, obstinate Van | |
392.25 | shed his terry and followed her into the bathroom, where she |
strained across the low tub to turn on both taps and then bent | |
over to insert the bronze chained plug; it got sucked in by itself, | |
however, while he steadied her lovely lyre and next moment | |
was at the suede-soft root, was gripped, was deep between the | |
392.30 | familiar, incomparable, crimson-lined lips. She caught at the |
twin cock crosses, thus involuntarily increasing the sympathetic | |
volume of the water's noise, and Van emitted a long groan of | |
deliverance, and now their four eyes were looking again into | |
the azure brook of Pinedale, and Lucette pushed the door open |
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with a perfunctory knuckle knock and stopped, mesmerized by | |
the sight of Van's hairy rear and the dreadful scar all along his | |
left side. | |
Ada’s hands stopped the water. Luggage was being bumped | |
393.05 | down all over the flat. |
"I'm not looking," said Lucette idiotically, "I only dropped | |
in for my box." | |
"Please, tip them, pet," said Van, a compulsive tipper—"And | |
pass me that towel," added Ada, but the ancilla was picking up | |
393.10 | coins she had spilled in her haste, and Ada now saw in her turn |
Van's scarlet ladder of sutures—"Oh my poor darling," she | |
cried, and out of sheer compassion allowed him the repeat per- | |
formance which Lucette's entrance had threatened to interrupt. | |
"I'm not sure I did bring her damned Cranach crayons," said | |
393.15 | Ada a moment later, making a frightened frog face. He watched |
her with a sense of perfect pine-fragrant bliss, as she squeezed | |
out spurts of gem-like liquid from a tube of Pennsilvestris lotion | |
into the bath water. | |
Lucette had gone (leaving a curt note with her room number | |
393.20 | at the Winster Hotel for Young Ladies) when our two lovers, |
now weak-legged and decently robed, sat down to a beautiful | |
breakfast (Ardis' crisp bacon! Ardis' translucent honey!) | |
brought up in the lift by Valerio, a ginger-haired elderly | |
Roman, always ill-shaven and gloomy, but a dear old boy (he | |
393.25 | it was who, having procured neat Rose last June, was being paid |
to keep her strictly for Veen and Dean). | |
What laughs, what tears, what sticky kisses, what a tumult of | |
multitudinous plans! And what safety, what freedom of love! | |
Two unrelated gypsy courtesans, a wild girl in a gaudy lolita, | |
393.30 | poppy-mouthed and black-downed, picked up in a café between |
Grasse and Nice, and another, a part-time model (you have | |
seen her fondling a virile lipstick in Fellata ads), aptly nick- | |
named Swallowtail by the patrons of a Norfolk Broads floramor, | |
had both given our hero exactly the same reason, unmention- |
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able in a family chronicle, for considering him absolutely sterile | |
despite his prowesses. Amused by the Hecatean diagnose, Van | |
underwent certain tests, and although pooh-poohing the symp- | |
tom as coincidental, all the doctors agreed that Van Veen | |
394.05 | might be a doughty and durable lover but could never hope for |
an offspring. How merrily little Ada clapped her hands! | |
Would she like to stay in this apartment till Spring Term | |
(he thought in terms of Terms now) and then accompany him | |
to Kingston, or would she prefer to go abroad for a couple of | |
394.10 | months—anywhere, Patagonia, Angola, Gululu in the New |
Zealand mountains? Stay in this apartment? So, she liked it? | |
Except some of Cordula's stuff which should be ejected—as, for | |
example, that conspicuous Brown Hill Alma Mater of Almehs | |
left open on poor Vanda's portrait. She had been shot dead by | |
394.15 | the girlfriend of a girlfriend on a starry night, in Ragusa of all |
places. It was, Van said, sad. Little Lucette no doubt had told | |
him about a later escapade? Punning in an Ophelian frenzy on | |
the feminine glans? Raving about the delectations of clitorism? | |
"N’exagérons pas, tu sais," said Ada, patting the air down with | |
394.20 | both palms. "Lucette affirmed," he said, "that she (Ada) imi- |
tated mountain lions." | |
He was omniscient. Better say, omni-incest. | |
"That's right," said the other total-recaller. | |
And, by the way, Grace—yes, Grace—was Vanda's real | |
394.25 | favorite, pas petite moi and my little crest. She (Ada) had, |
hadn't she, a way of always smoothing out the folds of the past | |
—making the flutist practically impotent (except with his wife) | |
and allowing the gentleman farmer only one embrace, with a | |
premature eyakulyatsiya, one of those hideous Russian loan- | |
394.30 | words? Yes, wasn't it hideous, but she'd love to play Scrabble |
again when they'd settled down for good. But where, how? | |
Wouldn't Mr and Mrs Ivan Veen do quite nicely anywhere? | |
What about the "single" in each passport? They'd go to the |
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nearest Consulate and with roars of indignation and/or a fabu- | |
lous bribe have it corrected to married, for ever and ever. | |
"I'm a good, good girl. Here are her special pencils. It was | |
very considerate and altogether charming of you to invite her | |
395.05 | next weekend. I think she's even more madly in love with you |
than with me, the poor pet. Demon got them in Strassburg. | |
After all she's a demi-vierge now" ("I hear you and Dad—" | |
began Van, but the introduction of a new subject was swamped) | |
"and we shan't be afraid of her witnessing our ébats" (pronounc- | |
395.10 | ing on purpose, with triumphant hooliganism, for which my |
prose, too, is praised, the first vowel à la Russe). | |
"You do the puma," he said, "but she does—to perfection!— | |
my favorite viola sardina. She’s a wonderful imitatrix, by the | |
way, and if you are even better—" | |
395.15 | "We'll speak about my talents and tricks some other time," |
said Ada. "It's a painful subject. Now let's look at these snap- | |
shots." |
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