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The Blue Nowhere : A Novel

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Language English
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The Laughing Man A short story

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IN 1928, when I was nine, I belonged, with maximum esprit de corps, to
an organization known as the Comanche Club. Every schoolday afternoon at
three o'clock, twenty-five of us Comanches were picked up by our Chief
outside the boys' exit of P. S. 165, on 109th Street near Amsterdam
Avenue. We then pushed and punched our way into the Chief's reconverted
commercial bus, and he drove us (according to his financial arrangement
with our parents) over to Central Park. The rest of the afternoon,
weather permitting, we played football or soccer or baseball, depending
(very loosely) on the season. Rainy afternoons, the Chief invariably
took us either to the Museum of Natural History or to the Metropolitan
Museum of Art.
Saturdays and most national holidays, the Chief picked us up early in
the morning at our various apartment houses and, in his condemnedlooking
bus, drove us out of Manhattan into the comparatively wide open
spaces of Van Cortlandt Park or the Palisades. If we had straight
athletics on our minds, we went to Van Cortlandt, where the playing
fields were regulation size and where the opposing team didn't include a
baby carriage or an irate old lady with a cane. If our Comanche hearts
were set on camping, we went over to the Palisades and roughed it. (I
remember getting lost one Saturday somewhere on that tricky stretch of
terrain between the Linit sign and the site of the western end of the
George Washington Bridge. I kept my head, though. I just sat down in the
majestic shadow of a giant billboard and, however tearfully, opened my
lunchbox for business, semi-confident that the Chief would find me. The
Chief always found us.)
In his hours of liberation from the Comanches, the Chief was John
Gedsudski, of Staten Island. He was an extremely shy, gentle young man
of twenty-two or -three, a law student at N.Y.U., and altogether a very
memorable person. I won't attempt to assemble his many achievements and
virtues here. Just in passing, he was an Eagle Scout, an almost-All-
America tackle of 1926, and it was known that he had been most cordially
invited to try out for the New York Giants' baseball team. He was an
impartial and unexcitable umpire at all our bedlam sporting events, a
master fire builder and extinguisher, and an expert, uncontemptuous
first-aid man. Every one of us, from the smallest hoodlum to the
biggest, loved and respected him.
The Chief's physical appearance in 1928 is still clear in my mind. If
wishes were inches, all of us Comanches would have had him a giant in no
time. The way things go, though, he was a stocky five three or four--no
more than that. His hair was blue-black, his hair-line extremely low,
his nose was large and fleshy, and his torso was just about as long as
his legs were. In his leather windbreaker, his shoulders were powerful,
but narrow and sloping. At the time, however, it seemed to me that in
the Chief all the most photogenic features of Buck Jones, Ken Maynard,
and Tom Mix had been smoothly amalgamated.
Every afternoon, when it got dark enough for a losing team to have an
excuse for missing a number of infield popups or end-zone passes, we
Comanches relied heavily and selfishly on the Chief's talent for
storytelling. By that hour, we were usually an overheated, irritable
bunch, and we fought each other--either with our fists or our shrill
voices--for the seats in the bus nearest the Chief. (The bus had two
parallel rows of straw seats. The left row had three extra seats--the
best in the bus--that extended as far forward as the driver's profile.)
The Chief climbed into the bus only after we had settled down. Then he
straddled his driver's seat backward and, in his reedy but modulated
tenor voice, gave us the new installment of "The Laughing Man." Once he
started narrating, our interest never flagged. "The Laughing Man" was
just the right story for a Comanche. It may even have had classic
dimensions. It was a story that tended to sprawl all over the place, and
yet it remained essentially portable. You could always take it home with
you and reflect on it while sitting, say, in the outgoing water in the
bathtub.
The only son of a wealthy missionary couple, the Laughing Man was
kidnapped in infancy by Chinese bandits. When the wealthy missionary
couple refused (from a religious conviction) to pay the ransom for their
son, the bandits, signally piqued, placed the little fellow's head in a
carpenter's vise and gave the appropriate lever several turns to the
right. The subject of this unique experience grew into manhood with a
hairless, pecan-shaped head and a face that featured, instead of a
mouth, an enormous oval cavity below the nose. The nose itself consisted
of two flesh-sealed nostrils. In consequence, when the Laughing Man
breathed, the hideous, mirthless gap below his nose dilated and
contracted like (as I see it) some sort of monstrous vacuole. (The Chief
demonstrated, rather than explained, the Laughing Man's respiration
method.) Strangers fainted dead away at the sight of the Laughing Man's
horrible face. Acquaintances shunned him. Curiously enough, though, the
bandits let him hang around their headquarters--as long as he kept his
face covered with a pale-red gossamer mask made out of poppy petals. The
mask not only spared the bandits the sight of their foster son's face,
it also kept them sensible of his whereabouts; under the circumstances,
he reeked of opium.
Every morning, in his extreme loneliness, the Laughing Man stole off
(he was as graceful on his feet as a cat) to the dense forest
surrounding the bandits' hideout. There he befriended any number and
species of animals: dogs, white mice, eagles, lions, boa constrictors,
wolves. Moreover, he removed his mask and spoke to them, softly,
melodiously, in their own tongues. They did not think him ugly.
(It took the Chief a couple of months to get that far into the story.
From there on in, he got more and more high-handed with his
installments, entirely to the satisfaction of the Comanches.)
The Laughing Man was one for keeping an ear to the ground, and in no
time at all he had picked up the bandits' most valuable trade secrets.
He didn't think much of them, though, and briskly set up his own, more
effective system. On a rather small scale at first, he began to freelance
around the Chinese countryside, robbing, highjacking, murdering
when absolutely necessary. Soon his ingenious criminal methods, coupled
with his singular love of fair play, found him a warm place in the
nation's heart. Strangely enough, his foster parents (the bandits who
had originally turned his head toward crime) were about the last to get
wind of his achievements. When they did, they were insanely jealous.
They all single-filed past the Laughing Man's bed one night, thinking
they had successfully doped him into a deep sleep, and stabbed at the
figure under the covers with their machetes. The victim turned out to be
the bandit chief's mother--an unpleasant, haggling sort of person. The
event only whetted the bandits' taste for the Laughing Man's blood, and
finally he was obliged to lock up the whole bunch of them in a deep but
pleasantly decorated mausoleum. They escaped from time to time and gave
him a certain amount of annoyance, but he refused to kill them. (There
was a compassionate side to the Laughing Man's character that just about
drove me crazy.)
Soon the Laughing Man was regularly crossing the Chinese border into
Paris, France, where he enjoyed flaunting his high but modest genius in
the face of Marcel Dufarge, the internationally famous detective and
witty consumptive. Dufarge and his daughter (an exquisite girl, though
something of a transvestite) became the Laughing Man's bitterest
enemies. Time and again, they tried leading the Laughing Man up the
garden path. For sheer sport, the Laughing Man usually went halfway with
them, then vanished, often leaving no even faintly credible indication
of his escape method. Just now and then he posted an incisive little
farewell note in the Paris sewerage system, and it was delivered
promptly to Dufarge's boot. The Dufarges spent an enormous amount of
time sloshing around in the Paris sewers.
Soon the Laughing Man had amassed the largest personal fortune in the
world. Most of it he contributed anonymously to the monks of a local
monastery--humble ascetics who had dedicated their lives to raising
German police dogs. What was left of his fortune, the Laughing Man
converted into diamonds, which he lowered casually, in emerald vaults,
into the Black Sea. His personal wants were few. He subsisted
exclusively on rice and eagles' blood, in a tiny cottage with an
underground gymnasium and shooting range, on the stormy coast of Tibet.
Four blindly loyal confederates lived with him: a glib timber wolf named
Black Wing, a lovable dwarf named Omba, a giant Mongolian named Hong,
whose tongue had been burned out by white men, and a gorgeous Eurasian
girl, who, out of unrequited love for the Laughing Man and deep concern
for his personal safety, sometimes had a pretty sticky attitude toward
crime. The Laughing Man issued his orders to the crew through a black
silk screen. Not even Omba, the lovable dwarf, was permitted to see his
face.
I'm not saying I will, but I could go on for hours escorting the
reader--forcibly, if necessary--back and forth across the Paris-Chinese
border. I happen to regard the Laughing Man as some kind of superdistinguished
ancestor of mine--a sort of Robert E. Lee, say, with the
ascribed virtues held under water or blood. And this illusion is only a
moderate one compared to the one I had in 1928, when I regarded myself
not only as the Laughing Man's direct descendant but as his only
legitimate living one. I was not even my parents' son in 1928 but a
devilishly smooth impostor, awaiting their slightest blunder as an
excuse to move in--preferably without violence, but not necessarily--to
assert my true identity. As a precaution against breaking my bogus
mother's heart, I planned to take her into my underworld employ in some
undefined but appropriately regal capacity. But the main thing I had to
do in 1928 was watch my step. Play along with the farce. Brush my teeth.
Comb my hair. At all costs, stifle my natural hideous laughter.
Actually, I was not the only legitimate living descendant of the
Laughing Man. There were twenty-five Comanches in the Club, or twentyfive
legitimate living descendants of the Laughing Man--all of us
circulating ominously, and incognito, throughout the city, sizing up
elevator operators as potential archenemies, whispering side-of-themouth
but fluent orders into the ears of cocker spaniels, drawing beads,
with index fingers, on the foreheads of arithmetic teachers. And always
waiting, waiting for a decent chance to strike terror and admiration in
the nearest mediocre heart.
One afternoon in February, just after Comanche baseball season had
opened, I observed a new fixture in the Chief's bus. Above the rear-view
mirror over the windshield, there was a small, framed photograph of a
girl dressed in academic cap and gown. It seemed to me that a girl's
picture clashed with the general men-only decor of the bus, and I
bluntly asked the Chief who she was. He hedged at first, but finally
admitted that she was a girl. I asked him what her name was. He answered
unforthrightly, "Mary Hudson." I asked him if she was in the movies or
something. He said no, that she used to go to Wellesley College. He
added, on some slow-processed afterthought, that Wellesley College was a
very high class college. I asked him what he had her picture in the bus
for, though. He shrugged slightly, as much as to imply, it seemed to me,
that the picture had more or less been planted on him.
During the next couple of weeks, the picture--however forcibly or
accidentally it had been planted on the Chief--was not removed from the
bus. It didn't go out with the Baby Ruth wrappers and the fallen
licorice whips. However, we Comanches got used to it. It gradually took
on the unarresting personality of a speedometer.
But one day as we were on our way to the Park, the Chief pulled the
bus over to a curb on Fifth Avenue in the Sixties, a good half mile past
our baseball field. Some twenty back-seat drivers at once demanded an
explanation, but the Chief gave none. Instead, he simply got into his
story-telling position and swung prematurely into a fresh installment of
"The Laughing Man." He had scarcely begun, however, when someone tapped
on the bus door. The Chief's reflexes were geared high that day. He
literally flung himself around in his seat, yanked the operating handle
of the door, and a girl in a beaver coat climbed into the bus.
Offhand, I can remember seeing just three girls in my life who struck
me as having unclassifiably great beauty at first sight. One was a thin
girl in a black bathing suit who was having a lot of trouble putting up
an orange umbrella at Jones Beach, circa 1936. The second was a girl
aboard a Caribbean cruise ship in 1939, who threw her cigarette lighter
at a porpoise. And the third was the Chief's girl, Mary Hudson.
"Am I very late?" she asked the Chief, smiling at him.
She might just as well have asked if she was ugly.
"No!" the Chief said. A trifle wildly, he looked at the Comanches
near his seat and signalled the row to give way. Mary Hudson sat down
between me and a boy named Edgar something, whose uncle's best friend
was a bootlegger. We gave her all the room in the world. Then the bus
started off with a peculiar, amateur-like lurch. The Comanches, to the
last man, were silent.
On the way back to our regular parking place, Mary Hudson leaned
forward in her seat and gave the Chief an enthusiastic account of the
trains she had missed and the train she hadn't missed; she lived in
Douglaston, Long Island. The Chief was very nervous. He didn't just fail
to contribute any talk of his own; he could hardly listen to hers. The
gearshift knob came off in his hand, I remember.
When we got out of the bus, Mary Hudson stuck right with us. I'm sure
that by the time we reached the baseball field there was on every
Comanche's face a some-girls-just-don't-know-when-to-go-home look. And
to really top things off, when another Comanche and I were flipping a
coin to decide which team would take the field first, Mary Hudson
wistfully expressed a desire to join the game. The response to this
couldn't have been more clean-cut. Where before we Comanches had simply
stared at her femaleness, we now glared at it. She smiled back at us. It
was a shade disconcerting. Then the Chief took over, revealing what had
formerly been a well-concealed flair for incompetence. He took Mary
Hudson aside, just out of earshot of the Comanches, and seemed to
address her solemnly, rationally. At length, Mary Hudson interrupted
him, and her voice was perfectly audible to the Comanches. "But I do,"
she said. "I do, too, want to play!" The Chief nodded and tried again.
He pointed in the direction of the infield, which was soggy and pitted.
He picked up a regulation bat and demonstrated its weight. "I don't
care," Mary Hudson said distinctly, "I came all the way to New York--to
the dentist and everything--and I'm gonna play." The Chief nodded again
but gave up. He walked cautiously over to home plate, where the Braves
and the Warriors, the two Comanche teams, were waiting, and looked at
me. I was captain of the Warriors. He mentioned the name of my regular
center fielder, who was home sick, and suggested that Mary Hudson take
his place. I said I didn't need a center fielder. The Chief asked me
what the hell did I mean I didn't need a center fielder. I was shocked.
It was the first time I had heard the Chief swear. What's more, I could
feel Mary Hudson smiling at me. For poise, I picked up a stone and threw
it at a tree.
We took the field first. No business went out to center field the
first inning. From my position on first base, I glanced behind me now
and then. Each time I did, Mary Hudson waved gaily to me. She was
wearing a catcher's mitt, her own adamant choice. It was a horrible
sight.
Mary Hudson batted ninth on the Warriors' lineup. When I informed her
of this arrangement, she made a little face and said, "Well, hurry up,
then." And as a matter of fact we did seem to hurry up. She got to bat
in the first inning. She took off her beaver coat--and her catcher's
mitt--for the occasion and advanced to the plate in a dark-brown dress.
When I gave her a bat, she asked me why it was so heavy. The Chief left
his umpire's position behind the pitcher and came forward anxiously. He
told Mary Hudson to rest the end of her bat on her right shouder. "I
am," she said. He told her not to choke the bat too tightly. "I'm not,"
she said. He told her to keep her eye right on the ball. "I will," she
said. "Get outa the way." She swung mightily at the first ball pitched
to her and hit it over the left fielder's head. It was good for an
ordinary double, but Mary Hudson got to third on it--standing up.
When my astonishment had worn off, and then my awe, and then my
delight, I looked over at the Chief. He didn't so much seem to be
standing behind the pitcher as floating over him. He was a completely
happy man. Over on third base, Mary Hudson waved to me. I waved back. I
couldn't have stopped myself, even if I'd wanted to. Her stickwork
aside, she happened to be a girl who knew how to wave to somebody from
third base.
The rest of the game, she got on base every time she came to bat. For
some reason, she seemed to hate first base; there was no holding her
there. At least three times, she stole second.
Her fielding couldn't have been worse, but we were piling up too many
runs to take serious notice of it. I think it would have improved if
she'd gone after flies with almost anything except a catcher's mitt. She
wouldn't take it off, though. She said it was cute.
The next month or so, she played baseball with the Comanches a couple
of times a week (whenever she had an appointment with her dentist,
apparently). Some afternoons she met the bus on time, some afternoons
she was late. Sometimes she talked a blue streak in the bus, sometimes
she just sat and smoked her Herbert Tareyton cigarettes (cork-tipped).
When you sat next to her in the bus, she smelled of a wonderful perfume.
One wintry day in April, after making his usual three o'clock pickup
at 109th and Amsterdam, the Chief turned the loaded bus east at 110th
Street and cruised routinely down Fifth Avenue. But his hair was combed
wet, he had on his overcoat instead of his leather windbreaker, and I
reasonably surmised that Mary Hudson was scheduled to join us. When we
zipped past our usual entrance to the Park, I was sure of it. The Chief
parked the bus on the comer in the Sixties appropriate to the occasion.
Then, to kill time painlessly for the Comanches, he straddled his seat
backward and released a new installment of "The Laughing Man." I
remember the installment to the last detail, and I must outline it
briefly.
A flux of circumstances delivered the Laughing Man's best friend, his
timber wolf, Black Wing, into a physical and intellectual trap set by
the Dufarges. The Dufarges, aware of the Laughing Man's high sense of
loyalty, offered him Black Wing's freedom in exchange for his own. In
the best faith in the world, the Laughing Man agreed to these terms.
(Some of the minor mechanics of his genius were often subject to
mysterious little breakdowns.) It was arranged for the Laughing Man to
meet the Dufarges at midnight in a designated section of the dense
forest surrounding Paris, and there, by moonlight, Black Wing would be
set free. However, the Dufarges had no intention of liberating Black
Wing, whom they feared and loathed. On the night of the transaction,
they leashed a stand-in timber wolf for Black Wing, first dyeing its
left hind foot snow white, to look like Black Wing's.
But there were two things the Dufarges hadn't counted on: the
Laughing Man's sentimentality and his command of the timber-wolf
language. As soon as he had allowed Dufarge's daughter to tie him with
barbed wire to a tree, the Laughing Man felt called upon to raise his
beautiful, melodious voice in a few words of farewell to his supposed
old friend. The stand-in, a few moonlit yards away, was impressed by the
stranger's command of the language and listened politely for a moment to
the last-minute advice, personal and professional, that the Laughing Man
was giving out. At length, though, the stand-in grew impatient and began
shifting his weight from paw to paw. Abruptly, and rather unpleasantly,
he interrupted the Laughing Man with the information that, in the first
place, his name wasn't Dark Wing or Black Wing or Gray Legs or any of
that business, it was Armand, and, in the second place, he'd never been
to China in his life and hadn't the slightest intention of going there.
Properly infuriated, the Laughing Man pushed off his mask with his
tongue and confronted the Dufarges with his naked face by moonlight.
Mlle. Dufarge responded by passing out cold. Her father was luckier. By
chance, he was having one of his coughing spells at the moment and
thereby missed the lethal unveiling. When his coughing spell was over
and he saw his daughter stretched out supine on the moonlit ground,
Dufarge put two and two together. Shielding his eyes with his hand, he
fired the full clip in his automatic toward the sound of the Laughing
Man's heavy, sibilant breathing.
The installment ended there.
The Chief took his dollar Ingersoll out of his watch pocket, looked
at it, then swung around in his seat and started up the motor. I checked
my own watch. It was almost four-thirty. As the bus moved forward, I
asked the Chief if he wasn't going to wait for Mary Hudson. He didn't
answer me, and before I could repeat my question, he tilted back his
head and addressed all of us: "Let's have a little quiet in this damn
bus." Whatever else it may have been, the order was basically
unsensible. The bus had been, and was, very quiet. Almost everybody was
thinking about the spot the Laughing Man had been left in. We were long
past worrying about him--we had too much confidence in him for that--but
we were never past accepting his most perilous moments quietly.
In the third or fourth inning of our ball game that afternoon, I
spotted Mary Hudson from first base. She was sitting on a bench about a
hundred yards to my left, sandwiched between two nursemaids with baby
carriages. She had on her beaver coat, she was smoking a cigarette, and
she seemed to be looking in the direction of our game. I got excited
about my discovery and yelled the information over to the Chief, behind
the pitcher. He hurried over to me, not quite running. "Where?" he asked
me. I pointed again. He stared for a moment in the right direction, then
said he'd be back in a minute and left the field. He left it slowly,
opening his overcoat and putting his hands in the hip pockets of his
trousers. I sat down on first base and watched. By the time the Chief
reached Mary Hudson, his overcoat was buttoned again and his hands were
down at his sides.
He stood over her for about five minutes, apparently talking to her.
Then Mary Hudson stood up, and the two of them walked toward the
baseball field. They didn't talk as they walked, or look at each other.
When they reached the field, the Chief took his position behind the
pitcher. I yelled over to him. "Isn't she gonna play?" He told me to
cover my sack. I covered my sack and watched Mary Hudson. She walked
slowly behind the plate, with her hands in the pockets of her beaver
coat, and finally sat down on a misplaced players' bench just beyond
third base. She lit another cigarette and crossed her legs.
When the Warriors were at bat, I went over to her bench and asked her
if she felt like playing left field. She shook her head. I asked her if
she had a cold. She shook her head again. I told her I didn't have
anybody in left field. I told her I had a guy playing center field and
left field. There was no response at all to this information. I tossed
my first-baseman's mitt up in the air and tried to have it land on my
head, but it fell in a mud puddle. I wiped it off on my trousers and
asked Mary Hudson if she wanted to come up to my house for dinner
sometime. I told her the Chief came up a lot. "Leave me alone," she
said. "Just please leave me alone." I stared at her, then walked off in
the direction of the Warriors' bench, taking a tangerine out of my
pocket and tossing it up in the air. About midway along the third-base
foul line, I turned around and started to walk backwards, looking at
Mary Hudson and holding on to my tangerine. I had no idea what was going
on between the Chief and Mary Hudson (and still haven't, in any but a
fairly low, intuitive sense), but nonetheless, I couldn't have been more
certain that Mary Hudson had permanently dropped out of the Comanche
lineup. It was the kind of whole certainty, however independent of the
sum of its facts, that can make walking backwards more than normally
hazardous, and I bumped smack into a baby carriage.
After another inning, the light got bad for fielding. The game was
called, and we started picking up all the equipment. The last good look
I had at Mary Hudson, she was over near third base crying. The Chief had
hold of the sleeve of her beaver coat, but she got away from him. She
ran off the field onto the cement path and kept running till I couldn't
see her any more.
The Chief didn't go after her. He just stood watching her disappear.
Then he turned around and walked down to home plate and picked up our
two bats; we always left the bats for him to carry. I went over to him
and asked if he and Mary Hudson had had a fight. He told me to tuck my
shirt in.
Just as always, we Comanches ran the last few hundred feet to the
place where the bus was parked, yelling, shoving, trying out
strangleholds on each other, but all of us alive to the fact that it was
again time for "The Laughing Man." Racing across Fifth Avenue, somebody
dropped his extra or discarded sweater, and I tripped over it and went
sprawling. I finished the charge to the bus; but the best seats were
taken by that time and I had to sit down in the middle of the bus.
Annoyed at the arrangement, I gave the boy sitting on my right a poke in
the ribs with my elbow, then faced around and watched the Chief cross
over Fifth. It was not yet dark out, but a five-fifteen dimness had set
in. The Chief crossed the street with his coat collar up, the bats under
his left arm, and his concentration on the street. His black hair, which
had been combed wet earlier in the day, was dry now and blowing. I
remember wishing the Chief had gloves.
The bus, as usual, was quiet when he climbed in--as proportionately
quiet, at any rate, as a theatre with dimming house lights.
Conversations were finished in a hurried whisper or shut off completely.
Nonetheless, the first thing the Chief said to us was "All right, let's
cut out the noise, or no story." In an instant, an unconditional silence
filled the bus, cutting off from the Chief any alternative but to take
up his narrating position. When he had done so, he took out a
handkerchief and methodically blew his nose, one nostril at a time. We
watched him with patience and even a certain amount of spectator's
interest. When he had finished with his handkerchief, he folded it
neatly in quarters and replaced it in his pocket. He then gave us the
new installment of "The Laughing Man." From start to finish, it lasted
no longer than five minutes.
Four of Dufarge's bullets struck the Laughing Man, two of them through
the heart. When Dufarge, who was still shielding his eyes against the
sight of the Laughing Man's face, heard a queer exhalation of agony from
the direction of the target, he was overjoyed. His black heart beating
wildly, he rushed over to his unconscious daughter and brought her to.
The pair of them, beside themselves with delight and coward's courage,
now dared to look up at the Laughing Man. His head was bowed as in
death, his chin resting on his bloody chest. Slowly, greedily, father
and daughter came forward to inspect their spoils. Quite a surprise was
in store for them. The Laughing Man, far from dead, was busy contracting
his stomach muscles in a secret manner. As the Dufarges came into range,
he suddenly raised his face, gave a terrible laugh, and neatly, even
fastidiously, regurgitated all four bullets. The impact of this feat on
the Dufarges was so acute that their hearts literally burst, and they
dropped dead at the Laughing Man's feet. (If the installment was going
to be a short one anyway, it could have ended there; the Comanches could
have managed to rationalize the sudden death of the Dufarges. But it
didn't end there.) Day after day, the Laughing Man continued to stand
lashed to the tree with barbed wire, the Dufarges decomposing at his
feet. Bleeding profusely and cut off from his supply of eagles' blood,
he had never been closer to death. One day, however, in a hoarse but
eloquent voice, he appealed for help to the animals of the forest. He
summoned them to fetch Omba, the lovable dwarf. And they did. But it was
a long trip back and forth across the Paris-Chinese border, and by the
time Omba arrived on the scene with a medical kit and a fresh supply of
eagles' blood, the Laughing Man was in a coma. Omba's very first act of
mercy was to retrieve his master's mask, which had blown up against
Mlle. Dufarge's vermin-infested torso. He placed it respectfully over
the hideous features, then proceeded to dress the wounds.
When the Laughing Man's small eyes finally opened, Omba eagerly
raised the vial of eagles' blood up to the mask. But the Laughing Man
didn't drink from it. Instead, he weakly pronounced his beloved Black
Wing's name. Omba bowed his own slightly distorted head and revealed to
his master that the Dufarges had killed Black Wing. A peculiar and
heart-rending gasp of final sorrow came from the Laughing Man. He
reached out wanly for the vial of eagles' blood and crushed it in his
hand. What little blood he had left trickled thinly down his wrist. He
ordered Omba to look away, and, sobbing, Omba obeyed him. The Laughing
Man's last act, before turning his face to the bloodstained ground, was
to pull off his mask.
The story ended there, of course. (Never to be revived.) The Chief
started up the bus. Across the aisle from me, Billy Walsh, who was the
youngest of all the Comanches, burst into tears. None of us told him to
shut up. As for me, I remember my knees were shaking.
A few minutes later, when I stepped out of the Chief's bus, the first
thing I chanced to see was a piece of red tissue paper flapping in the
wind against the base of a lamppost. It looked like someone's poppypetal
mask. I arrived home with my teeth chattering uncontrollably and
was told to go right straight to bed

Using Lots of

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In spoken English we often use lots of or a lot of. In written English, it is more common to write many (for countable plural nouns) or a great deal of (for uncountable nouns) in positive statements.A common mistake is to use lot of. For example, "There are lot of accidents on this road". To avoid making this mistake, remember either to use a before lot, or to make lot plural - lots.
We can say either a lot of or lots of before a noun. For example, "There are a lot of people here" or "There are lots of people here". There isn't any difference between the two expressions.
We can also use a lot as an adverb to say how much you do something. For example, "She talks a lot".
A lot is also used in short answers. For example, "Do you like swimming?", "Yes, a lot."

Make and let

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In English, the verbs "make" and "let" are followed by an object and the infinitive without "to":
They can't make you work late.She made him do the exercise again.
She lets the students sing in class.His parents let him paint his room black.
Be careful: in the passive, "make" is followed by the infinitive with "to":
They were made to do the exercise again.
"Have" can also be used in this pattern:
Please have your secretary call me as soon as possible.
(Please ask your secretary to call me…)
Other English verbs not followed by the infinitive + to
Modal verbs (can, will, would, etc) are followed by the infinitive without "to":
I can see him clearly.They will leave early tomorrow.If I were you, I would talk to her.

See / hear / watch someone followed by the infinitive without "to":
She saw the girl steal the money. (She saw all the action of stealing.)I heard him tell her about the party." (I heard all about the party.)I watched them do the exercise. (I watched them complete the exercise.)
But remember:If you follow these verbs with the gerund form (ing), you only see part of the action.
She saw him talking to the teacher. (She didn't see the whole conversation.)

Talking about your family

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English Vocabulary for talking about your family.Your family tree
Your closest relatives are your parents: your mother and father; and your siblings (brothers or sisters). If your mother or father is not an only child, you also have aunts and / or uncles. An aunt is the sister of your mother or father, while an uncle is the brother of your mother or father. Your female child is called your daughter, and your male child is your son.
If your aunts or uncles have children, they are your first cousins. (In English, the word cousin is used, whether the cousin is female or male.) Your female cousin is your mother (or father's) niece, while a male cousin is the nephew of your mother and father.
In-laws
When you marry, your husband (or wife's) family become your in-laws. The mother of your spouse (husband or wife) is your mother-in-law and his or her father becomes your father-in-law. The term in-law is also used to describe your relationship with the spouses of your siblings. So the husband of your sister becomes your brother-in-law, while the sister of your husband becomes your sister-in-law. If you are a woman, you become the daughter-in-law of your husband's parents, and if you are a man, you become the son-in-law of your wife's parents. The same term in-law is used for all generations. The husband of your aunt is still your mother's brother-in-law, for example.
Grandparents / grandchildren
The parents of your parents are your grandparents - grandmother and grandfather. You are their grandchildren - either a granddaughter or a grandson. If your grandparent has a sister, she is your great-aunt. If your grandparent has a brother, he is your great-uncle. (And you are either his or her great-niece or great-nephew.)
The mother of your grandmother or grandfather is your great-grandmother. The father is your great-grandfather. If you go back another generation, the grandmother of your grandmother / grandfather is your great-great-grandmother. The grandfather of your grandparent becomes your great-great-grandfather.
Second families
If your mother or father remarries, you can acquire a new family and set of relatives. For example, if your father marries a second wife, she becomes your step-mother. Any children she already has become your step-sisters or step-brothers.
If your mother or father remarries and has children, they become your half-brothers or half-sisters.
You might also hear people talking about their biological brother / sister etc, to mean a brother who is related by blood, rather than by marriage.
Types of family
nuclear family = mother, father and children: "The traditional British family unit is a nuclear family."
single-parent / one-parent family = a family which only has one parent (because the parents are divorced, or because one of the parents has died): "There are more and more single-parent families in the UK."
immediate family = your closest relatives: "Only immediate family members attended the funeral."
extended family = your entire family: "The wedding invitations were sent to the entire extended family."
close-knit family = a family where the members have close relationships with each other: "They are a close-knit family."
dysfunctional family = a family where the members have serious problems with each other: "He comes from a rather dysfunctional family."
blood relative = a relative connected to you by "blood" rather than through marriage: "She's not a blood relative, but we're still very close."
Expressions with family
family gathering = a meeting / celebration of family members: "There's a small family gathering next week."
family resemblance = where members of the family look / act similar: "You can see a distinct family resemblance between the father and the son."
to start a family = to start having children: "They want to wait a couple of years before starting a family."
to run in the family = a characteristic that is common among family members: "Baldness runs in his family."
to bring up / raise a family = to have and look after children: "It's difficult to raise a family on one income."
a family car = a car big enough to transport a family: "The Volvo Estate is a popular family car."
family-size = large quantity item: "We need to buy family-size packets of biscuits!"
family-friendly = a policy that favours families: "This hotel is family-friendly."
family doctor = a doctor who looks after general medical needs: "There are a number of good family doctors in this area."
family man = a man who prefers to spend his time with his family: "John is a family man."
family values = traditional ideas about what a family should be: "Some political parties often emphasise family values and the importance of marriage."
family name = surname: "What's your family name?"
Describing family relationships
Children often quarrel with each other, and these arguments - or squabbles - are often quickly resolved. In fact, sibling rivalry (the competition between brothers and sisters) is quite common.
More seriously, if arguments continue into adulthood, family feuds can develop where both sides can end up hating each other and even trying to hurt or destroy each other.
A person who no longer speaks to a family member is estranged from his / her family. Often estrangement is voluntary. However, if parents decide they no longer want anything to do with their children, they cut them off (= break off communiation), or even disinherit them. (Decide not to leave them anything when they die.)
Most people feel loyalty to their family, and will defend family members saying "He / She's family". There's also a saying "Blood's thicker than water" which means that your family ties are stronger than any other relationships.

Planning the wedding

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Most weddings in the UK take the form of either a civil ceremony (conducted at the Registry Office) or a traditional white wedding, held in a church. (There are other ceremonies for different religions.) If the couple chooses a church service, the planning can become quite complex. The church must be booked, the service has to be chosen, flowers arranged and so on. Other arrangements (for both traditional and civil) are to draw up a guest list, send out invitations, book a reception venue (for after the ceremony), choose bridesmaids (the girls who traditionally accompany the bride in the church) and the best man (the bridegroom's friend who accompanies him to the ceremony), buy the wedding dress, arrange a honeymoon (the holiday after the wedding), compile a wedding list (a list of presents that guests can choose to buy the couple) and of course, to select the wedding ring(s).
The big day
The groom and best man arrive at the church first, and then the guests arrive. Last to arrive is the bride, normally dressed in a long white wedding dress with a train (material from the dress that covers the floor behind her), her face covered in a veil, carrying a bouquet of flowers, and accompanied by a couple of bridesmaids in matching dresses. Usually the bride's father walks her down the aisle until they reach the priest / vicar at the altar. The church organ plays the Wedding March, and the guests rise to their feet to watch the procession. Once they reach the altar, the bride stands with the groom, and the service begins. The service lasts for about half an hour, and contains readings (extracts from the Bible) and a couple of hymns (religious songs). The priest always asks if there are any objections to the marriage (someone can speak or forever hold their peace = never have the opportunity again to object), and at the end of the service, the couple exchange rings and are proclaimed "man and wife". At that point, the groom is allowed to kiss his wife. The guests leave and the couple then sign the marriage register. When they come out of the church, the guests often throw confetti(small pieces of coloured paper), and the photographer takes various formal photographs.
Next in the big day is the reception, which is often a formal lunch in a hotel. After lunch there are various speeches. The bride's father normally gives a speech, then the best man gives a speech (which is often a funny speech designed to embarrass the groom), and the bridegroom and / or the bride give a short speech to thank their guests.
Some couples also arrange an evening reception, and hire a disco or band to play music for their friends.
At the end of the day, the happy couple traditionally leave on honeymoon.
Other wedding vocabulary
pre-wedding nerves = when you are nervous before the wedding
wedding bells = the traditional tune that the church bells play as the couple leave the church
wedding vows = the promises that the bride and groom make to each other during the ceremony. Some of these vows could be to love each other "until death do us part" and to love "for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in good health".
wedding cake = a traditional cake with three "tiers" eaten at the end of the wedding meal

Going back to school

2009-04-28T00:43:00.001-07:00

After the long relaxing summer holidays, September means a return to school. Those long summer days are over, and instead, school children have to get up early and sit in classrooms for most of the day.
In Britain, pupils wear a school uniform. As well as a particular skirt or pair of trousers, with a specific shirt and jumper, they also have a school PE kit (clothes that they wear to play sports at school).
Some children walk to school, and some parents drive their children to school. But others come to school by a school bus - particularly if they live outside the town.
Most children go to state-run primary and secondary schools. Schools are mostly mixed (girls and boys sit in the same classes), although there are some single-sex schools (schools for girls or boys only) and a few schools are private, where parents pay school fees.
Schools try to have clear rules for acceptable behaviour. For example, pupils (school children) have to show respect to their teachers. Often they have to stand up when their teacher comes into the classroom and say "Good morning". If pupils break the rules, they can expect to be sent to the headmaster or headmistress, or to do detention, when they stay behind after the other pupils go home.
Most schools have lessons in the morning and in the afternoon. Pupils can go home for lunch, or have their lunch in school. Some have a packed lunch (where they bring lunch from home, such as sandwiches, fruit etc) and some eat what the school prepares. These "school dinners" vary in quality, and there has recently been a lot of media interest in providing healthy school dinners for pupils.
Pupils can expect to get homework for most subjects, and there are regular tests to check progress. At the end of each of the three school terms, teachers give each pupil a report. Schools also have a parents' evening each year, when the parents can meet the teachers to discuss their child's progress.
School isn't just lessons and homework though. Most schools arrange a sports day once a year, as well as school trips to places of interest.

Planning a holiday

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Many people take their main holiday in summer, and although some people choose a last-minute break, others plan their holiday months in advance.
The beginning of the year is a good time for people to start looking at holiday brochures. Tour operators (companies that organise holidays) as well as travel agents (the people that sell holidays) give lots of information about holiday destinations and types of holiday. Apart from the traditional two-week beach holiday, you can choose from a range of holidays: a cruise (holiday on a ship), an activity holiday (a holiday that involves walking, cycling, climbing or other sports), a city break (a weekend or a few days in a different city) and so on. A lot of people choose a package holiday, where flights and accommodation are included in the price. But many people prefer an independent holiday, where they make their own travel arrangements.
If you travel independently, you will need to book your flights or train tickets. Unless you have an onward destination, you will probably book a return journey. Then you will need to make a reservation at a hotel, or another place to stay, such as a campsite (if you are camping in a tent), or a caravan site (if you are staying in a caravan), or a B&B (a bed and breakfast).
For all types of foreign holidays, it is essential that you check you have all your travel documents. Make sure your passport hasn't expired, and that you have a visa if necessary. If you are travelling to some countries, you also need to make sure that all your vaccinations (protection against illness) are up to date. For some countries you might need a vaccination against hepatitis, or yellow fever, for example.
As your departure date gets nearer, you can start to plan the details of your journey. Perhaps it will be a good idea to buy a guide book, or a phrase book, if you don't speak much of the local language. Some people like to read up on (= get lots of background information) on where they are going, and find out about the places of interest and "must-see" sights. It's also fun to make a packing list, so you don't forget any vital clothes or toiletries.
It's also a good idea to buy local currency in advance, if your flight gets in (= arrives) in the middle of the night, when no banks are open. Most airlines also advise you to take out (=get) travel insurance just in case your flight is delayed or cancelled, or if you get ill and need to be repatriated (sent back to your country).
Don't forget to make arrangements for your pets and your house while you're away. Put your dog into kennels (a dog hotel), and leave a key with your neighbour just in case! Hopefully your neighbour will keep an eye on your house while you're on holiday! Finally, get to the airport with plenty of time to spare. Nowadays it can take much longer to get through security and onto the plane. Have a nice trip and send your neighbour a postcard!

Improving your English vocabulary

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Having a great English vocabulary doesn't just mean that you can understand lots of words and phrases: it also means that you can use these words and phrases and that you can remember them when you need them.
This is the difference between an active and a passive vocabulary. Generally, most people's passive vocabulary is far bigger than their active vocabulary, and the secret is to try and "activate" passive knowledge.
There are a number of ways that you can activate your passive vocabulary in English, ranging from simple five-minute activities to longer periods of study. Most activities work best if a) you have a good English dictionary, and b) you keep a vocabulary notebook.
Good English dictionaries
A good English dictionary should be up-to-date (no more than five years old!) and should be easy to understand. Make sure that the definitions are written in clear English. Pictures also help you to understand some words. I strongly recommend the Longman range of dictionaries, as there is good coverage of spoken and written English, British and American English, as well as clear example sentences.
Vocabulary notebooks
When you come across a new English word or phrase, make a note of it! Look up the meaning in the dictionary, making sure you are aware of any grammatical information. (For instance, if you are looking up a verb, check to see if the verb can be used in a passive form, if it is followed by any particular preposition, and so on.) Check also for the pronunciation and use of a word. Is it particularly formal or informal, or used in certain word partnerships? For example, we say "do housework", but "make an effort".
When you find a new word, check to see if you can use it in other ways. English is a flexible language - nouns, verbs and adjectives often share the same stem. For example, a house, to house, housing policy, and so on.
When you write down your new word in your notebook, try to include an example sentence in English.
Some people find it helpful to organise notebooks into themes. So rather than having a list of words without any obvious connection, you divide your notebook into themes, with one page containing words to do with the house, another page with words to do with jobs, and so on.
Quick English vocabulary booster activities
1. An English word a day
Choose a new word or phrase from your notebook and try to use it as often as possible in one day. Think of situations where you would need to use it, and write down a couple of example sentences. Go back to this word or phrase after a week, to make sure you still remember it.
Some people find index cards useful. You can write down the word on the card and carry it around with you for a day, taking it out of your pocket whenever you have a moment and trying to put it into a sentence.
2. Review
The next time you have a spare couple of minutes, flick through your notebook. You'll be surprised how much comes back to you! Choose a page where you have already stored a number of words and expressions, cover the page, and try to remember what you wrote. Then look at the page and see how many you remember.
3. One word at a time
When you read a page of a book or newspaper, decide you will only look up one word in a dictionary. When you write it down in your notebook, also make a note of any synonyms (words that mean the same) or the opposite of the new word.
4. English word building
Take a prefix (such as "en", or "pre") and make a list of all the words that can follow. (For example, encircle, enclose, enlist; prenatal, premature, pre-war.) Here are some more prefixes you can use:dis, il, im, ir, pro, anti, de, un, con, re
Longer English vocabulary learning activities
1. Read
Read something that interests you. It could be a newspaper, a novel, a magazine, or even an English "graded reader" (a simplified book). Working page by page, underline the words or phrases that you don't know. Look up only those that are important for understanding, or which are repeated. Use a good dictionary, and make a note in your English vocabulary notebook.
2. Blitz
Focus on a theme, such as sport. Divide one page of your notebook into three columns. In the first column write down as many sports as you can think of. In the second, write down all the equipment you need for the sport. In the third, write down the scoring systems. You might end up with something that looks like this:
tennis racquet, ball, net umpire, love, linesman
football pitch, ball, goal posts referee, offside, penalty
You can use this method for many different themes: houses (rooms of house, furniture, styles); jobs (names of jobs, places where these jobs are done, characteristics of the job) and so on.
3. Word association
Write a key word in the middle of a page and draw a bubble around it. Then draw lines out from this word connected to smaller bubbles. In the smaller bubbles you can add words associated with the main word.
For example, you could write "email" in the middle of a page. Then the smaller bubbles could contain words such as "write", "compose", "receive", "delete", "reply" and so on