chairs, a pipe rack, frayed brown rug, a room which students rarely entered except for a reprimandâI saw on the pad not an operatorâs number from my home town, but one which seemed to interrupt the beating of my heart.
I called this operator, and listened in wonder while she went through her routine as though this were just any long-distance call, and then her voice left the line and itwas pre-empted, and charged, by the voice of Phineas. âHappy first day of the new academic year!â
âThanks, thanks a lot, itâs aâyou soundâIâm glad to hear yourââ
âStop stuttering, Iâm paying for this. Whoâre you rooming with?â
âNobody. They didnât put anyone else in the room.â
âSaving my place for me! Good old Devon. But anyway, you wouldnât have let them put anyone else in there, would you?â Friendliness, simple outgoing affection, that was all I could hear in his voice.
âNo, of course not.â
âI didnât think you would. Roommates are roommates. Even if they do have an occasional fight. God you were crazy when you were here.â
âI guess I was. I guess I must have been.â
âCompletely over the falls. I wanted to be sure youâd recovered. Thatâs why I called up. I knew that if youâd let them put anybody else in the room in my place, then you really were crazy. But you didnât, I knew you wouldnât. Well, I did have just a trace of doubt, that was because you talked so crazy here. I have to admit I had just a second when I wondered. Iâm sorry about that, Gene. Naturally I was completely wrong. You didnât let them put anyone else in my spot.â
âNo, I didnât let them.â
âI could shoot myself for thinking you might. I really knew you wouldnât.â
âNo, I wouldnât.â
âAnd I spent my money on a long-distance call! All for nothing. Well, itâs spent, on you too. So start talking, pal. And it better be good. Start with sports. What are you going out for?â
âCrew. Well, not exactly crew. Managing crew. Assistant crew manager.â
âAssistant crew manager!â
âI donât think Iâve got the jobââ
âAssistant crew manager! â
âI got in a fight this afterââ
â Assistant crew manager! â No voice could course with dumfoundment like Finnyâs. âYou are crazy!â
âListen, Finny, I donât care about being a big man on the campus or anything.â
âWhaaat?â Much more clearly than anything in Mr. Ludsburyâs study I could see his face now, grimacing in wide, obsessed stupefaction. âWho said anything about whoever they are!â
âWell then what are you so worked up for?â
âWhat do you want to manage crew for? What do you want to manage for? Whatâs that got to do with sports?â
The point was, the grace of it was, that it had nothing to do with sports. For I wanted no more of sports. They were barred from me, as though when Dr. Stanpole said, âSports are finishedâ he had been speaking of me. I didnât trust myself in them, and I didnât trust anyone else. It was as though football players were really bent on crushing the life out of each other, as though boxers were in combat to the death, as though even a tennis ball might turn into a bullet. This didnât seem completely crazy imagination in 1942, when jumping out of trees stood for abandoning a torpedoed ship. Later, in the school swimming pool, we were given the second stage in that rehearsal: after you hit the water you made big splashes with your hands, to scatter the flaming oil which would be on the surface.
So to Phineas I said, âIâm too busy for sports,â and he went into his incoherent groans and jumbles of words, andI thought the issue was settled until at the end he said, âListen, pal, if I