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Croft let out a roar of laughter"You're a good bastard, Gallagher," he shouted sullenly, clapping him on the backHe felt a vast explosive mirth which embraced everything"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 balenciaga bag 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
Croft laughed with intense merriment"See what I mean," he pointed out
Red relapsed into a moody somnolence"You're all good fuggin guys," he said, waving his arm vaguely through the imitation prada handbags 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 chanel purses 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
"Red drunk," Martinez said
"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, cartier tank louis 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 very fundamental understanding of black chanel quilted bag life |
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