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He was a little bewildered, uncomfortable with the praise that welled clumsily out of his mouthHe looked at the picture again, seeing it really for the first time, and he sighedIn the one letter he had written home since Mary died he had asked for a picture of his childHe had been waiting with increasing impatience for it ever since, and it had become an important need in his lifeHe would idle away many dull inactive hours daydreaming about his child, wondering what it looked likeAlthough he had not been told, he assumed it was a boy"That's a real cute kid," he said in a rough voiceHe fingered the side of the cot for a momentSurmounting his embarrassment, he blurted, "Hey, what is it like, havin' a kid?"
Goldstein debated for a moment, as if to give the definitive answer He had been about to say "nochis "But there's a lot of heartaches in it tooYou worry about them a lot, and of course there are the economic difficulties Gallagher nodded his head in agreement
Goldstein went on talkingHe had some constraint, for Gallagher was the man he had hated most in the platoonThe warmth and friendliness he felt toward him now were perplexingGoldstein was self-conscious when he saw himself as a Jew talking to a Gentile; then every action, every word, was dictated to a balenciaga replicas handbags great extent by his desire to make a good impressionAlthough he was gratified when people liked him, part of his satisfaction came from the idea that they were liking a JewAnd so he tried to say only the things that would please Gallagher
Yet in talking about his family, Goldstein experienced once more an automatic sense of loss and longingWistful images of the beatitudes of married life drifted in his headHe remembered a night when his wife and he had giggled together in the darkness and listened to the quaint pompous snoring of their baby"Children are what makes life worth while," he said sincerely
Martinez realized with a start that he was a father tooHe remembered Rosalie's pregnancy for the first time in yearsSeven years now? Eight years? He had lost countGoddam, he said to himselfOnce he had been free of the girl he had remembered her only as a source of trouble and worry
The fact that he had begotten a child made him vainGoddam, I'm okay, he said to himselfHe felt like laughingMartinez make a kid and run awayIt gave him a malicious glee, as though he were a child tormenting a dogWhat the hell she do with it? Knock her upGoddam! His vanity swelled like a bloated bellyHe mused with na?ve delight about his potency, his attraction for womenThat the child was black and white chanel cambon handbag for sale illegitimate increased his self-esteem; somehow it made his role more extravagant, of greater magnitude
He felt a tolerant, almost condescending affection for GoldsteinBefore this afternoon he had been a little afraid of him and quite uneasyThey had had an argument one day and Goldstein had disagreed with himWhenever that happened, Martinez would react inevitably like a frightened schoolboy reprimanded by his teacherThere had never been a time when he was comfortable as a sergeantBut now he had been bathed in Goldstein's affection; he no longer felt Goldstein had despised him that dayGoldstein, he is okay, Martinez said to himself
He became conscious of the vibration of the boat, its slow pitching advance through the swellsIt was almost dark now, and he yawned and curled his body down farther beneath the ponchoHe was slightly hungryLazily, he debated whether to open a ration or merely to lie stillHe thought of the patrol, and the quick fear it roused made him alert againHe expelled his breathNo think about it, no think about it, he repeated to himself
He became conscious abruptly that Gallagher and Goldstein were no longer talkingHe looked up, and saw nearly all the men in the boat standing on their cots or chinning themselves on the starboard bulkhead"What're balenciaga twiggy bag they lookin' at?" Gallagher asked
"It's the sunset, I think," Goldstein said
"Sunset?" Martinez gazed at the sky above himIt was almost black, clotted with ugly leaden rain clouds"Where the sunset?" He stood up on his cot, straddling his feet on the side poles, and stared into the west
The sunset was magnificent with the intensity and brilliance that can be found only in the tropicsThe entire sky was black with the impending rain except for a narrow ribbon along the horizonThe sun had already disappeared, but its reflection was compressed, channeled into a band of color where the sky met the waterThe sunset made an arc along the water like the cove of a harbor, but a strange and illusory harbor, washed in a vivid spectrum of crimson and golden yellows and canary greensThere was a string of tiny clouds shaped like miniature plump sausages and they had become a royal stippled purpleAfter a time, the men had the impression they were staring at a fabulous island which could have existed only in their imaginationEach detail glowed, became quiveringly realThere was a beach whose sands were polished and golden, and on the false shore a grove of trees had turned a magnificent lavender-blue in the duskThe beach was separate from everything they had ever known; it rolex watches for sale in the uk possessed every outcropping of rock, every curve of sand dune on a barren and gelid shore, but this beach was alive and quivering with warmthAbove the purple foliage the land rose in pink and violet dales, shading finally into the overcast above the harborThe water before them, illumined by the sunset, had become the deep clear blue of the sky on a summer evening
It was a sensual isle, a Biblical land of ruby wines and golden sands and indigo treesThe men stared and staredThe island hovered before them like an Oriental monarch's conception of heaven, and they responded to it with an acute and terrible longingIt was a vision of all the beauty for which they had ever yearned, all the ecstasy they had ever soughtFor a few minutes it dissolved the long dreary passage of the mute months in the jungle, without hope, without prideIf they had been alone they might have stretched out their arms to itSlowly, inevitably, the beach began to dissolve in the encompassing nightThe golden sands grew faint, became gray-green, and darkenedThe island sank into the water, and the tide of night washed over the rose and lavender hillsAfter a little while, there was only the gray-black ocean, the darkened sky, and the evil churning of the gray-white wakeBits of phosphorescence swirled in the omega seamaster de ville fo