"An' you're jus', jus' an old cock-hound,...
"An' you're jus', jus' an old cock-hound, WilsonYou're the goddamnedest ole lecher His voice was thick and the others, even in their drunkenness, looked at him uneasily"I bet you were born with a stiff rod
Wilson began to cackle"Ah've suspected it mahself They laughed together violently, and Croft shook his head as if to halt the uproarious whirl of his head"I'm going to tell you men something," he said"You're all good guysYou're all chicken, and you're all yellow, but you're good guysThey ain't a goddam thing wrong with you He gave a tight smile which set his mouth awry, and then laughed again"Japbait here is the best goddam friend a man could haveMex or no Mex, you can't beat himEven ol' Red who's a dumb mean ol' sonofabitch, and I'm gonna shoot him someday, even ol' Red means all right in his own stupid way
Red felt a pang of fear which alerted him for an instant as if a drill were probing one of his teeth"Up yours, Croft," he said
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Red relapsed into a moody somnolence"You're all good fuggin guys," he said, waving his arm vaguely through the air
Croft giggled suddenlyIt was the first time the men had ever heard him make such a sound"Like Gallagher said, that dumb ol' sonofabitch floppin' around in the dirt like he was a chicken with its neck jus' been wrung
Wilson cackled with him; he did not know why Croft was laughing, but it did not concern himEverything about him had become diffused and uncertain and pleasantHe felt only an encompassing warmth for the men with whom he drank; in the languorous swirls of his mind they existed with him as something superior and amiable"Ol' Wilson'll never let you all down," he chuckled
Red snorted and rubbed the edge of his nose, which had become numbHe felt a savage irritation at a combination of things too numerous and subtle for him to determine"Wilson, you're a good buddy," he said, "but you're no goddam goodI'll tell ya somethin', the whole bunch of us are no damn good
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"You're fuggin ay," Red shoutedLiquor seldom made him happyIt recalled in his mind a monotonous suite of dingy barrooms and men drinking quietly, looking with resignation into the bottom of their shot glassesFor an instant he could see again the opaque rings of the glass baseHe closed his eyes and the rings seemed to flow into his brainHe felt himself sway drunkenly, and he opened his eyes, and sat upright fiercely"Fug ya, all of ya," he said
They paid no attention to himWilson looked around and saw Goldstein sitting alone at the next tent, writing a letterAbruptly, it seemed shameful to Wilson for them to drink without including anyone else in the squadFor a few seconds he watched Goldstein scribbling busily with a pencil, moving his lips soundlessly as he wroteWilson decided that he liked Goldstein but he was vaguely irritated that Goldstein did not drink with themThat Goldstein's a good fella, he said to himself, but he's kind of a stick-in-the-mudIt seemed to Wilson that Goldstein was missing a rolex gmt master very fundamental understanding of life
"Hey, Goldstein," he roared, "come over here
Goldstein looked up, and smiled diffidently"Well, thanks, but I'm writing a letter to my wife now His voice was mild, but it had an expectant fearful quality in it as if he knew he would be abused
"Aw, forget that ol' letter," Wilson said, "it'll wait
Goldstein sighed, stood up, and walked over"What do you want?" he askedIt seemed an absurd question to him"Ah, hell, have a drinkWhat do ya think Ah asked ya for?"
Goldstein hesitatedHe had heard that the liquor made in the jungle stills was often poisonous"What kind is it?" he temporized"Is it real whisky or is it jungle juice?"
Wilson was offended"Man, it's just good liquorY' don' ask questions like that when a man offers ya a drink"Take the goddam drink or leave it, Izzy," he saidOut of fear of their contempt he had been about to accept, but now he shook his head"No, no, thank you," he saidTo himself, he thought, What if it should poison me? That would be a fine balenciaga the day bag way, to leave Natalie to get along as best she canA man with a wife and child can't take chancesHe shook his head again, looking at their hard impassive faces"I really don't want any," he said in his mild breathless voice, and waited with apprehension for their answer
All of them showed contemptCroft spat, and looked awayGallagher looked righteous"None of them drink," he muttered
Goldstein knew that he should turn around and go back to his letter, but he made a feeble attempt to justify himself"Oh, I drink," he said"I like a little sociable drink once in a while, before meals or at a partyA part of his mind had known with a certain bitter understanding that he was in trouble the moment Wilson called him, but that had served only to send random disconnected warnings which he was incapable of obeying
Wilson looked angry"Goldstein, you're chicken, that's what you are Out of his superiority and well-being, he felt a condescending annoyance at anyone who was too stupid to appreciate the chance he had given chanel cabas bag Goldste