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For Esmé—With Love and Squalor by J. D. Salinger Edited by Ray Soulard, Jr. For Esmé— With Love and Squalor by J. D. Salinger Edited by Ray Soulard, Jr. NUMBER SIXTEEN For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 1 "For Esmé—With Love and Squalor" Read this story and find copyright 1950 by J. D. Salinger wisdom and comfort. Burning Man Books is a Special Projects Division imprint of Scriptor Press, 32 Newman Rd. #2, Malden, Massachusetts 02148 email@example.com www.geocities.com/scriptorpress This volume was composed in the Palatino and Desdemona fonts in PageMaker 6.5 on the Macintosh G4 computer 2 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 3 Just recently, by air mail, I received an invitation to a wedding that will take place in England on April 18th. It happens to be a wedding I'd give a lot to be able to get to, and when the invitation first arrived, I thought it might just be possible for me to make the trip abroad, by plane, expenses be hanged. However, I've since discussed the matter rather extensively with my wife, a breathtakingly levelheaded girl, and we've decided against it—for one thing, I'd completely forgotten that my mother-in-law is looking forward to spending the last two weeks in April with us. I really don't get to see Mother Grencher terribly often, and she's not getting any younger. She's fifty-eight. (As she'd be the first to admit.) All the same, though, whereever I happen to be I don't think I'm the type that doesn't even lift a finger to prevent a wedding from flatting. Accordingly, I've gone ahead and jotted down a few revealing notes on the bride as I knew her almost six years ago. If my notes should cause the groom, whom I haven't met, an uneasy moment or two, so much the better. Nobody's aiming to please, here. More, really, to edify, to instruct. In April of 1944, I was among some sixty American enlisted men who took a rather specialized pre-Invasion training course, directed by British Intelligence, in Devon, England. And as I look back, it seems to me that we were fairly unique, the sixty of us, in that there wasn't one good mixer in the bunch. We were all essentially letter-writing types, , and when we spoke to each other out of the line of duty, it was usually to ask somebody if he had any ink he wasn't using. When we weren't writing letters or attending classes, each of us went pretty much his own way. Mine usually led me, on clear days, in scenic circles around the countryside. Rainy days, I generally sat in a dry place and read a 4 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 5 book, often just an axe length away from a ping-pong table. compact rows of auditorium chairs, were about twenty children, The training course lasted three weeks, ending on a Saturday, a mostly girls, ranging in age from about seven to thirteen. At the very rainy one. At seven that last night, our whole group was sched- moment, their choir coach, an enormous woman in tweeds, was uled to entrain for London, where, as rumor had it, we were to be advising them to open their mouths wider when they sang. Had assigned to infantry and airborne divisions mustered for the D Day anyone, she asked, ever heard of a little dickeybird that dared to sing landings. By three in the afternoon, I'd packed all my belongings into his charming song without first opening his little beak wide, wide, my barrack bag, including a canvas gas-mask container full of books wide? Apparently nobody ever had. She was given a steady, opaque I'd brought over from the Other Side. (The gas mask itself I'd slipped look. She went on to say that she wanted all her children to absorb the through a porthole of the Mauretania some weeks earlier, fully aware meaning of the words she sang, not just mouth them, like silly-billy that if the enemy ever did use gas I'd never get the damn thing on in parrots. She then blew a note on her pitch pipe, and the children, like time.) I remember standing at an end window of our Quonset hut for a so many underage weight-lifters, raised their hymnbooks. very long time, looking out at the slanting, dreary rain, my trigger They sang without instrumental accompaniment—or, more finger itching imperceptibly, if at all, I could hear behind my back the accurately in their case, without any interference. Their voices were uncomradely scratching of many fountain pens on many sheets of V- melodious and unsentimental, almost to the point where a somewhat mail paper. Abruptly, with nothing special in mind, I came away from more denominational man than myself might, without straining, have the window and put on my raincoat, cashmere muffler, galoshes, experienced levitation. A couple of the very youngest children woolen gloves, and overseas cap (the last of which, I'm still told, I dragged the tempo a trifle, but in a way that only the composer's wore at an angle all my own—slightly down over both ears). Then, mother could have found fault with. I had never heard the hymn, but I after synchronizing my wristwatch with the clock in the latrine, I kept hoping it was one with a dozen or more verses. Listening, I walked down the long, wet cobblestone hill into town. I ignored the scanned all the children's faces but watched one in particular, that of flashes of lightning all around me. They either had your number on the child nearest me, on the end seat in the front row. She was about them or they didn't. thirteen, with straight ash-blond hair of ear-lobe length, an exquisite In the center of town, which was probably the wettest part of forehead, and blasé eyes that, I thought, might very possibly have town, I stopped in front of a church to read the bulletin board, mostly counted the house. Her voice was distinctly separate from the other because the featured numerals, white on black, had caught my atten- children's voices, and not just because she was seated near me. It had tion but partly because, after three years in the Army, I'd become the best upper register, the sweetest-sounding, the surest, and it addicted to reading bulletin boards. At three-fifteen, the board stated, automatically led the way. The young lady, however, seemed slightly there would be children's-choir practice. I looked at my wristwatch, bored with her own singing ability, or perhaps just with the time and then back at the board. A sheet of paper was tacked up, listing the place; twice, between verses, I saw her yawn. It was a ladylike yawn, a names of the children expected to attend practice. I stood in the rain close-mouthed yawn, but you couldn't miss it; her nostril wings gave and read all the names, then entered the church. her away. A dozen or so adults were among the pews, several of them The instant the hymn ended, the choir coach began to give her bearing pairs of small-size rubbers, soles up, in their laps. I passed lengthy opinion of people who can't keep their feet still and their lips along and sat down in the front row. On the rostrum, seated in three sealed tight during the minister's sermon. I gathered that the singing 6 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 7 part of the rehearsal was over, and before the coach's dissonant speak- small of his back to his chair seat. He immediately picked up his ing voice could entirely break the spell the children's singing had cast, napkin and put it on his head. His sister removed it, opened it, and I got up and left the church. spread it out on his lap. It was raining even harder. I walked down the street and looked About the time their tea was brought, the choir member caught me through the window of the Red Cross recreation room, but soldiers staring over at her party. She stared back at me, with those house- were standing two and three deep at the coffee counter, and, even counting eyes of hers, then, abruptly, gave me a small, qualified smile. through the glass, I could hear ping-pong balls bouncing in another It was oddly radiant, as certain small, qualified smiles sometimes are. I room. I crossed the street and entered a civilian tearoom, which was smiled back, much less radiantly, keeping my upper lip down over a empty except for a middle-aged waitress, who looked as if she would coal-black G.I. temporary filling showing between two of my front have preferred a customer with a dry raincoat. I used a coat tree as teeth. The next thing I knew, the young lady was standing, with delicately as possible, and then sat down at a table and ordered tea enviable poise, beside my table. She was wearing a tartan dress—a and cinnamon toast. It was the first time all day I'd spoken to anyone. I Campbell tartan, I believe. It seemed to me to be a wonderful dress for then looked through all my pockets, including my raincoat, and finally a very young girl to be wearing on a rainy, rainy day. "I thought found a couple of stale letters to reread, one from my wife, telling me Americans despised tea," she said. how the service at Schrafft's Eighty-eighth Street had fallen off, and It wasn't the observation of a smart aleck but that of a truth-lover one from my mother-in-law, asking me to please send her some or a statistics-lover. I replied that some us never drank anything but cashmere yarn first chance I got away from "camp." tea. I asked her if she'd care to join me. While I was still on my first cup of tea, the young lady I had been "Thank you," she said. "Perhaps for just a fraction of a moment." watching and listening to in the choir came into the tearoom. Her hair I got up and drew a chair for her, the one opposite me, and she sat was soaking wet, and the rims of both ears were showing. She was down on the forward quarter of it, keeping her spine easily and with a very small boy, unmistakably her brother, whose cap she beautifully straight. I went back—almost hurried back—to my own removed by lifting it off his head with two fingers, as if it were a chair, more than willing to hold up my end of a conversation. When I laboratory specimen. Bringing up the rear was an efficient-looking was seated, I couldn't think of anything to say, though. I smiled again, woman in a limp felt hat—presumably their governess. The choir still keeping my coal-black filling under concealment. I remarked that member, taking off her coat as she walked across the floor, made the it was certainly terrible day out. table selection—a good one, from my point of view, as it was just eight "Yes; quite," said my guest, in the clear, unmistakable voice of a or ten feet directly in front of me. She and the governess sat down. The small-talk detester. She placed her fingers flat on the table edge, like small boy, who was about five, wasn't ready to sit down yet. He slid someone at a séance, then, almost instantly, closed her hands—her out of and discarded his reefer; then, with the deadpan expression of a nails were bitten down to the quick. She was wearing a wristwatch, a born heller, he methodically went about annoying his governess by military-looking one that looked rather like a navigator's chrono- pushing in and pulling out his chair several times, watching her face. graph. Its face was much too large for her slender wrist. "You were at The governess, keeping her voice down, gave him two or three orders choir practice," she said matter-of-factly. "I saw you." to sit down and, in effect, stop the monkey business, but it was only I said I certainly had been, and that I had heard her singing sepa- when his sister spoke to him that he came around and applied the rately from the others. I said I thought she had a very fine voice. 8 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 9 She nodded. "I know. I'm going to be a professional singer." intelligent to you?" "Really? Opera?" It didn't especially, but I didn't say so. I said that many soldiers, all "Heavens, no. I'm going to sing jazz on the radio and make heaps over the world, were a long way from home, and that few of them had of money. Then, when I'm thirty, I shall retire and live on a ranch in had many real advantages in life. I said I'd thought that most people Ohio." She touched the top of her soaking-wet head with the flat of could figure that out for themselves. her hand. "Do you know Ohio?" she asked. "Possibly," said my guest, without conviction. She raised her hand I said I'd been through it on the train a few times but that I didn't to her wet head again, picked at a few limp filaments of blond hair, really know it. I offered her a piece of cinnamon toast. trying to cover her exposed ear rims. "My hair is soaking wet," she "No, thank you," she said. "I eat like a bird, actually." said. "I look a fright." She looked over at me. "I have quite wavy hair I bit into a piece of toast myself, and commented that there's some when it's dry." mighty rough country around Ohio. "I can see that, I can see you have." "I know. An American I met told me. You're the eleventh Ameri- "Not actually curly, but quite wavy," she said. "Are you married?" can I've met." I said I was. Her governess was now urgently signaling her to return to her She nodded. "Are you very deeply in love with your wife? Or am I own table—in effect, to stop bothering the man. My guest, however, being too personal?" calmly moved her chair an inch or two so that her back broke all I said that when she was, I'd speak up. possible further communication with the home table. "You go to that She put her hands and wrists farther forward on the table, and I secret Intelligence school on the hill, don't you?" she inquired coolly. remember wanting to do something about that enormous-faced As security-minded as the next one, I replied that I was visiting wristwatch she was wearing—perhaps suggest that she try wearing it Devonshire for my health. around her waist. "Really," she said. "I wasn't quite born yesterday, you know." "Usually, I'm not terribly gregarious," she said, and looked over at I said I'd bet she hadn't been, at that. I drank my tea for a moment. me to see if I knew the meaning of the word. I didn't give her a sign, I was getting a trifle posture-conscious and I sat up somewhat though, one way or the other. "I purely came over because I thought straighter in my seat. you looked extremely lonely. You have an extremely sensitive face." "You seem quite intelligent for an American," my guest mused. I said she was right, that I had been feeling lonely, and that I was I told her that was a pretty snobbish thing to say, if you thought very glad she'd come over. about it at all, and that I hoped it was unworthy of her. "I'm training myself to be more compassionate. My aunt says I'm She blushed—automatically conferring on me the social poise I'd a terribly cold person," she said and felt the top of her head again. "I been missing. "Well. Most of the Americans I've seen act like animals. live with my aunt. She's an extremely kind person. Since the death of They're forever punching one another about, and insulting everyone, my mother, she's done everything within her power to make Charles and—You know what one of them did?" and me feel adjusted." I shook my head. "I'm glad." "One of them threw an empty whiskey bottle through my aunt's "Mother was an extremely intelligent person. Quite sensuous, in window. Fortunately, the window was open. But does that sound very many ways." She looked at me with a kind of fresh acuteness. "Do 10 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 11 you find me terribly cold?" rica." I told her absolutely not—very much to the contrary, in fact. I told I expressed regret to hear it. her my name and asked for hers. Esmé nodded. "Father adored him." She bit reflectively at the She hesitated. "My first name is Esmé. I don't think I shall tell my cuticle of her thumb. "He looks very much like my mother—Charles, I full name, for the moment. I have a title and you may just be im- mean. I look exactly like my father." She went on biting at her cuticle. pressed bye titles. Americans are, you know." "My mother was quite a passionate woman. She was an extrovert. I said I didn't I would be, but that it might be a good idea, at that, Father was an introvert. They were quite well mated, though, in a to hold on to the title for awhile. superficial way. To be quite candid, Father really needed more an Just ten, I felt someone's warm breath on the back of my neck. I intellectual companion than Mother was. He was an extremely gifted turned around and just missed brushing noses with Esmé's small genius." brother. Ignoring me, he addressed his sister in a piercing treble: "Miss I waited, receptively, for further information, but none came. I Megley said you must come and finish you tea!" His message deliv- looked down at Charles, who was now resting the side of his face on ered, he retired to the chair between his sister and me, on my right. I his chair seat. When he saw that I was looking at him, he closed his regarded him with high interest. He was looking very splendid in eyes, sleepily, angelically, then stuck out his tongue—an appendage of brown Shetland shorts, a navy-blue jersey, white shirt, and striped startling length—and gave what in my county would have been a necktie. He gazed back at me with immense green eyes. "Who do glorious tribute to a myopic baseball umpire. It fairly shook the tea- people in films kiss sideways?" he demanded. room. "Sideways?" I said. It was a problem that had baffled me in my "Stop that," Esmé said, clearly unshaken. "He saw an American do childhood. I said I guessed it was because actors' noses are too big for it in a fish-and-chips queue, and now he does it whenever he's bored. kissing anyone head on. Just stop it, now, or I shall send you directly to Miss Megley." "His name is Charles," Esmé said. "He's extremely brilliant for his Charles opened his enormous eyes, as sign that he'd heard his age." sister's threat, but otherwise didn't look especially alerted. He closed "He certainly has green eyes. Haven't you, Charles?" his eyes again, and continued to rest the side of his face on the chair Charles gave me the fishy look my question deserved, then seat. wriggled downward and forward in his chair till all of his body was I mentioned that maybe he ought to save it—meaning the Bronx under the table except his head, which he left, wrestler's-bridge style, cheer—till he started using he title regularly. That is, if he had a title, on the chair seat. "They're orange," he said in a strained voice, ad- too. dressing the ceiling. He picked up a corner of the tablecloth and put it Esmé gave me a long, faintly clinical look. "You have a dry sense over his handsome, deadpan little face. of humor, haven't you?" she said—wistfully. "Father said I have no "Sometimes he's brilliant and sometimes he's not," Esmé said. sense of humor at all. He said I was unequipped to meet life because I "Charles, do sit up!" have no sense of humor." Charles stayed right where he was. He seemed to be holding his Watching her, I lit a cigarette and said I didn't think a sense of breath. humor was of any use in a real pinch. "He misses our father very much. He was s-l-a-i-n in North Af- "Father said it was." 12 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 13 This was a statement of faith, not a contradiction, and I quickly Army?" Esmé asked me. switched horses. I nodded and said her father had probably taken the I said that I hadn't been employed at all, that I'd only been out of long view, while I was taking the short (whatever that meant). college a year but that I like to think of myself as a professional short- "Charles misses him exceedingly," Esmé said, after a moment. "He story writer. was an exceedingly lovable man. He was extremely handsome, too. She nodded politely. "Published?" she asked. Not that one's appearance matters greatly, but he was. He had terribly It was a familiar but always touchy question, and one that I didn't penetrating eyes, for a man who was intransically kind." answer just one, two, three. I started to explain how most editors in I nodded. I said I imagined her father had had an extraordinary America were a bunch— vocabulary. "My father wrote beautifully," Esmé interrupted. "I'm saving a "Oh, yes; quite," said Esmé. "He was an archivist—amateur, of number of his letters for posterity." course." I said that sounded like a very good idea. I happened to be looking At that point, I felt an importunate tap, almost a punch, on my at her enormous-faced, chronographic wristwatch again. I asked if it upper arm, from Charles' direction. I turned to him. He was sitting in had belonged to her father. a fairly normal position in his chair now, except that he had one knee She looked down at her wrist solemnly. "Yes, it did," she said. "He tucked under him. "What did one wall say to the other wall?" he gave it to me just before Charles and I were evacuated." Self-con- asked shrilly. "It's a riddle!" sciously, she took her hands off the table, saying, "Purely as a me- I rolled my eyes reflectively ceilingward and repeated the question mento, of course." She guided the conversation in a different direction. aloud. Then I looked at Charles with a stumped expression and said I "I'd be extremely flattered if you'd write a story exclusively for me gave up. sometime. I'm an avid reader." "Meet you at the corner!" came the punch line, at top volume. I told her I certainly would, if I could. I said that I wasn't terribly It went over biggest with Charles himself. It struck him as unbear- prolific. ably funny. In fact, Esmé had to come around and pound him on the "It doesn't have to be terribly prolific! Just so that it isn't childish back, as if treating him for a coughing spell. "Now stop that," she said. and silly." She reflected. "I prefer stories about squalor." She went back to her own seat. "He tells that same riddle to everyone "About what?" I said, leaning forward. he meets and has a fit every single time. Usually he drools when he "Squalor. I'm extremely interested in squalor." laughs. Now, just stop, please." I was about to press her for more details, but I felt Charles pinch- "It's one of the best riddles I've heard, though," I said, watching ing me, hard, on my arm. I turned to him, wincing slightly. He was Charles, who was very gradually coming out of it. In response to this standing right next to me. "What did one wall say to the other wall?" compliment, he sank considerably lower in his chair and again he asked, not unfamiliarly. masked his face up to the eyes with a corner of the tablecloth. He then "You asked him that," Esmé said. "Now, stop it." looked at me with his exposed eyes, which were full of slowly subsid- Ignoring his sister, and stepping up on one of my feet, Charles ing mirth and the pride of someone who knows a really good riddle or repeated the key question. I noticed that his necktie knot wasn't two. adjusted properly. I slid it up into place, then, looking him straight in "May I inquire how you were employed before entering the the eye, suggested, "Meetcha at the corner?" 14 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 15 The instant I'd said it, I wished I hadn't. Charles' mouth fell open. I "I'd love it." I took out pencil and paper and wrote down my felt as if I'd struck it open. He stepped down off my foot and, with name, rank, serial number, and A.P.O. number. white-hot dignity, walked over to his own table, without looking back. "I shall write to you first," she said, accepting it, "so that you don't "He's furious," Esmé said. "He has a violent temper. My mother feel compromised in any way." She put the address into a pocket of her had a propensity to spoil him. My father was the only one who didn't dress. "Goodbye," she said, and walked back to her table. spoil him." I ordered another pot of tea and sat watching the two of them till I kept looking over at Charles, who had sat down and started to they, and the harassed Miss Megley, got up to leave. Charles led the drink his tea, using both hands on the cup. I hoped he'd turn around, way out, limping tragically, like a man with one leg several inches but he didn't. shorter than the other. He didn't look over at me. Miss Megley went Esmé stood up. "Il faut que je parte aussi." she said, with a sigh. "Do next, then Esmé, who waved at me. I waved back, half getting up from you know French?" my chair. It was a strangely emotional moment for me. I got up from my own chair, with mixed feelings of regret and confusion. Esmé and I shook hands; her hand, as I'd suspected, was a Less than a minute later, Esmé came back into the tearoom, drag- nervous hand, damp at the palm. I told her, in English, how very ging Charles behind her by the sleeve of his reefer. "Charles would much I'd enjoyed her company. like to kiss you goodbye," she said. She nodded. "I thought you might," she said. "I'm quite commu- I immediately put down my cup, and said that was very nice, but nicative for my age." She gave her hair another experimental touch. was she sure? "I'm dreadfully sorry about my hair," she said. "I've probably been "Yes," she said, a trifle grimly. She let go Charles' sleeve and gave hideous to look at." him a rather vigorous push in my direction. He came forward, his face "Not at all! As a matter of fact, I think a lot of the wave is coming livid, and gave me a loud, wet smacker just below the right ear. Fol- back already." lowing this ordeal, he started to make a beeline for the door and a less She quickly touched her hair again. "Do you think you'll be sentimental way of life, but I caught the half belt at the back of his coming here again in the immediate future?" she asked. "We come reefer, held on to it, and asked him, "What did one wall say to the here every Saturday, after choir practice." other wall?" I answered that I'd like nothing better but that, unfortunately, I His face lit up. "Meet you at the corner!" he shrieked, and raced was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to make it again. out of the room, possibly in hysterics. "In other words, you can't discuss troop movements," said Esmé. Esmé was standing with crossed ankles again. "You're quite sure She made no move to leave the vicinity of the table. In fact, she crossed you won't forget to write that story for me?" she said. "It doesn't have one foot over the other and, looking down, aligned the toes of her to be exclusively for me. It can—" shoes. It was a pretty little execution, for she was wearing white socks I said there was absolutely no chance that I'd forget. I told her that and her ankles and feet were lovely. She looked up at me abruptly. I'd never written a story for anybody, but that it seemed like exactly the "Would you like me to write to you?" she asked, with a certain right time to get down to it. amount of color in her face. "I write extremely articulate letters for a She nodded. "Make it extremely squalid and moving," she sug- person my—" gested. "Are you at all acquainted with squalor?" 16 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 17 I said not exactly but that I was getting better acquainted with it, in bled at the slightest pressure of the top of his tongue, and he seldom one form or another, all the time, and that I'd do my best to come up to stopped experimenting; it was a little game he played, sometimes by her specifications. We shook hands. the hour. He sat for a moment smoking and experimenting. Then, "Isn't it a pity that we didn't meet under less extenuating circum- abruptly, familiarly, and, as usual, with no warning, he thought he felt stances?" his mind dislodge itself and teeter, like insecure luggage on an over- I said it was, I said it certainly was. head rack. He quickly did what he had been doing for weeks to set "Goodbye," Esmé said. "I hope you return from the war with all things right: he pressed his hands hard against his temples. He held on your faculties intact." tight for a moment. His hair needed cutting, and it was dirty. He had I thanked her, and said a few other words, and then watched her washed it three or four times during his two weeks' stay at the hospi- leave the tearoom. She left it slowly, reflectively, testing the ends of her tal in Frankfurt on the Main, but it had got dirty again on the long, hair for dryness. dusty jeep ride back to Gaufurt. Corporal Z, who had called for him at the hospital, still drove a jeep combat-style, with the windshield down This is the squalid, or moving, part of the story, and the scene on the hood, armistice or no armistice. There were thousands of new changes. The people change, too. I'm still around, but from here on in, troops in Germany. By driving with his windshield down, combat- for reasons I'm not at liberty to disclose, I've disguised myself so style, Corporal Z hoped to show that he was not one of them, that not cunningly that even the cleverest reader will fail to recognize me. by a long shot was he some new son of a bitch in the E.T.O. It was about ten-thirty at night in Gaufurt, Bavaria, several weeks When he let go of his head, X began to stare at the surface of the after V-E Day. Staff Sergeant X was in his room on the second floor of writing table, which was a catchall for at least two dozen unopened the civilian home in which he and nine other American soldiers had letters and at least five or six unopened packages, all addressed to him. been quartered, even before the armistice. He was seated on a folding He reached behind the debris and picked out a book that stood against wooden chair at a small, messy-looking writing table, with a paper- the wall. It was a book by Goebbels, entitled "Die Zeit Ohne Beispiel." back overseas novel before him, which he was having great trouble It belonged to the thirty-eight-year-old, unmarried daughter of the reading. The trouble lay with him, not the novel. Although the men family that, up to a few weeks earlier, had been living in the house. who lived on the first floor usually had first grab at the books sent She had been a low official in the Nazi Party, but high enough, by each month by Special Services, X usually seemed to be left with the Army Regulations standards, to fall into an automatic-arrest category. book he might have selected himself. But he was a young man who X himself had arrested her. Now, for the third time since he had had not come through the war with all his faculties intact, and for returned from the hospital that day, he opened the woman's book and more than an hour he had been triple-reading paragraphs, and now he read the brief inscription on the flyleaf. Written in ink, in German, in a was doing it to sentences. He suddenly closed the book, without small, hopelessly sincere handwriting, were the words "Dear God, life marking his place. With his hand, he shielded his eyes for a moment is hell." Nothing led up to or away from it. Alone on the page, and in against the harsh, watty glare from the naked bulb over the table. the sickly stillness of the room, the words appeared to have the stature He took a cigarette from a pack on the table and lit it with fingers of an uncontestable, even classic indictment. X stared at the page for that bumped gently and incessantly against one another. He sat back a several minutes, trying, against heavy odds, not to be taken in. Then, trifle in his chair and smoked without any sense of taste. His gums with far more zeal than he had done anything in weeks, he picked up 18 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 19 a pencil stub and wrote down under the inscription, in English, "Alvin. He's right under your feet, Clay. How 'bout turning on the "Fathers and teachers, I ponder 'What is hell?' I maintain that it is goddamn light?" suffering of being unable to love." He started to write Dostoevski's Clay found the overhead-light switch, flicked it on, then stepped name under the inscription, but saw—with fright that ran through his across the puny, servant's-size room and sat down on the edge of the whole body—that what he had written was almost entirely illegible. bed, facing his host. His brick-red hair, just combed, was dripping with He shut the book. the amount of water he required for satisfactory grooming. A comb He quickly picked up something else from the table, a letter from with a fountain-pen clip protruded, familiarly, from the right-hand his older brother in Albany. It had been on his table even before he had pocket of his olive-drab shirt. Over the left-hand pocket he was wear- checked into the hospital. He opened the envelope, loosely resolved to ing the Combat Infantrymen's Badge (which, technically, he wasn't read the letter straight through, but read only the top half of the first authorized to wear), the European Theatre ribbon, with five bronze page. He stopped after the words "Now that the g.d. war is over and battle stars in it (instead of a lone silver one, which was the equivalent you probably have a lot of time over there, how about sending the kids of five bronze ones), and the pre-Pearl Harbor service ribbon. He a couple of bayonets or swastikas . . ." After he'd torn it up, he looked sighed heavily and said, "Christ almighty." It meant nothing; it was down at the pieces as they lay in the wastebasket. He saw that he had Army. He took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, tapped one overlooked an enclosed snapshot. He could make out somebody's feet out, then put away the pack and rebuttoned the pocket flap. Smoking, standing on a lawn somewhere. he looked vacuously around the room. His look finally settled on the He put his arms on the table and rested his head on them. He radio. "Hey," he said. "They got this terrific show comin' on the radio ached from head to foot, all zones of pain seemingly interdependent. in a coupla minutes. Bob Hope, and everybody." He was rather like a Christmas tree whose lights, wired in series, must X, opening a fresh pack of cigarettes, said he had just turned the all go out if even one bulb is defective. radio off. Undarkened, Clay watched X trying to get a cigarette lit. "Jesus," The door banged open, without having been rapped on. X raised he said, with spectator's enthusiasm, "you oughta see your goddam his head, turned it, and saw Corporal Z standing in the door. Corporal hands. Boy, have you got the shakes. Ya know that?" Z had been X's jeep partner and constant companion from D Day X got his cigarette lit, nodded, and said Clay had a real eye for straight through five campaigns of the war. He lived on the first floor detail. and he usually came up to see X when he had a few rumors or gripes "No kidding, hey. I goddam near fainted when I saw you at the to unload. He was a huge, photogenic young man of twenty-four. hospital. You looked like a goddam corpse. How much weight ya lose? During the war, a national magazine had photographed him in How many pounds? Ya know?" Hürtgen Forest; he had posed, more than just obligingly, with a "I don't know. How was your mail when I was gone? You heard Thanksgiving turkey in each hand. "Ya writin' letters?" he asked X. from Loretta?" "It's spooky in here, for Chrissake." He preferred always to enter a Loretta was Clay's girl. They intended to get married at their room that had the overhead light turned on. earliest convenience. She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise X turned around in his chair and asked him to come in, and to be of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations. All through careful not to step on the dog. the war, Clay had read all Loretta's letters aloud to X, however inti- 20 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 21 mate they were—in fact, the more intimate, the better. It was his psychology." Clay stretched himself out on the bed, shoes included. custom, after each reading, to ask X to plot out or pad out the letter of "You know what she said? She says nobody gets a nervous break- reply, or to insert a few impressive words in French or German. down just from the war and all. She says you probably were unstable "Yeah, I had a letter from her yesterday. Down in my room. Show like, your whole goddam life." it to ya later," Clay said, listlessly. He sat up straight on the edge of the X bridged his hands over his eyes—the light over the bed seemed bed, held his breath, and issued a long, resonant belch. Looking just to be blinding him—and said that Loretta's insight into things was semi-pleased with his achievement, he relaxed again. "Her goddam always a joy. brother's getting' outa the Navy on account of his hip," he said. "He's Clay glanced over at him. "Listen, ya bastard," he said. "She got this hip, the bastard." He sat up again and tried for another belch, knows a goddam sight more psychology than you do." but with below-par results. A jot of alertness came into his face. "Hey. "Do you think you can bring yourself to take your stinking feet off Before I forget. We gotta get up at five tomorrow and drive to Ham- my bed?" X asked. burg or someplace. Pick up Eisenhower jackets for the whole detach- Clay left his feet where they were for a few don't-tell-me-where-to- ment." put-my-feet seconds, then swung them around to the floor and sat up. X, regarding him hostilely, stated that he didn't want an "I'm goin' downstairs anyway. They got the radio on in Walker's Eisenhower jacket. room." He didn't get up from the bed, though. "Hey. I was just tellin' Clay looked surprised, almost a trifle hurt. "Oh, they're good! that new son of a bitch, Bernstein, downstairs. Remember that time I They look good. How come?" and you drove into Valognes, and we got shelled for two goddam "No reason. Why do we have to get up at five? The war's over, for hours, and that goddam cat I shot that jumped up on the hood of the God's sake," jeep when we were layin' in that hole? Remember?" "I don't know—we gotta get back before lunch. They got some "Yes—don't start that business with that cat again, Clay, God new forms in we gotta fill out before lunch. . . . I asked Bulling how damn it. I don't want to hear about it." come we couldn't fill 'em out tonight—he's got the goddam forms "No, all I mean is I wrote Loretta about it. She and the whole right on his desk. He don't want to open the envelopes yet, the son of a psychology class discussed it. In class and all. The goddam professor bitch." and everybody." The two sat quiet for a moment, hating Bulling. "That's fine. I don't want to hear about it, Clay." Clay suddenly looked at X with new—higher—interest than "No, you know the reason I took a pot shot at it, Loretta says? She before. "Hey," he said. "Did you know the goddam side of your face is says I was temporarily insane. No kidding. From the shelling and all." jumping all over the place?" X threaded his fingers, once, through his dirty hair, then shielded X said he knew all about it, and covered his tic with his hand. his eyes against the light again. "You weren't insane. You were simply Clay stared at him for a moment, then said, rather vividly, as if he doing your duty. You killed that pussycat in as manly a way as any- were the bearer of exceptionally good news, "I wrote Loretta you had body could've under the circumstances." a nervous breakdown." Clay looked at him suspiciously. "What the hell are you talkin' "Oh?" about?" "Yeah. She's interested as hell in all that stuff. She's majoring in "That cat was a spy. You had to take a pot shot at it. It was a very 22 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 23 clever German midget dressed up in a cheap fur coat. So there was from the floor. He made space for it on the messy table surface, push- absolutely nothing brutal, or cruel, or dirty, or even—" ing aside the collapsed pile of unopened letters and packages. He "God damn it!" Clay said, his lips thinned. "Can't you ever be thought if he wrote a letter to an old friend of his in New York there sincere?" might be some quick, however slight, therapy in it for him. But he X felt suddenly sick, and he swung around in his chair and couldn't insert his notepaper into the roller properly, his fingers were grabbed the wastebasket—just in time. shaking so violently now. He put his hands down at his sides for a When he had straightened up and turned toward his guest again, minute, then tried again, but finally crumpled the notepaper in his he found him standing, embarrassed, halfway between the bed and hand. the door. X started to apologize, but changed his mind and reached for He was aware that he ought to get the wastebasket out of the his cigarettes. room, but instead of doing anything about it, he put his arms on the "C'mon down and listen to Hope on the radio, hey," Clay said, typewriter and rested his head again, closing his eyes. keeping his distance but trying to be friendly over it. "It'll do ya good. A few throbbing minutes later, when he opened his eyes, he found I mean it." himself squinting at a small, unopened package wrapped in green "You go ahead, Clay. . . . I'll look at my stamp collection." paper. It had probably slipped off the pile when he had made space for "Yeah? You got a stamp collection? I didn't know you—" the typewriter. He saw that it had been readdressed several times. He "I'm only kidding." could make out, on just one side of the package, at least three of his old Clay took a couple of slow steps toward the door. "I may drive A.P.O. numbers. over to Ehstadt later," he said. "They got a dance. It'll probably last till He opened the package without any interest, without even looking around two. Wanna go?" at the return address. He opened it by burning the string with a "No, thanks. . . . I may practice a few steps in the room." lighted match. He was more interested in watching a string burn all "O.K. G'night! Take it easy, now, for Chrissake." The door the way down than in opening the package, he opened it, finally. slammed shut, then instantly opened again. "Hey. O.K. if I leave a Inside the box, a note, written in ink, lay on top of a small object, letter to Loretta under your door? I got some German stuff in it. Willya wrapped in tissue paper. He picked out the note and read it. fix it up for me?" "Yes. Leave me alone now, God damn it." 17, — Road, "Sure," said Clay. "You know what my mother wrote me? She —, Devon wrote me she's glad you and I were together and the whole war. In the June 7, 1944 same jeep and all. She says my letters are a helluva lot more intelligent since we been goin' around together." DEAR SERGEANT X, X looked up and over at him, and said, with great effort, "Thanks. I hope you will forgive me for having taken 38 days to begin our Tell her thanks for me." correspondence but, I have been extremely busy as my aunt has "I will. G'night!" The door slammed shut, this time for good. undergone streptocococus of the throat and nearly perished and I have X sat looking at the door for a long while, then turned his chair been justifiably saddled with one responsibility after another. How- around toward the writing table and picked up his portable typewriter ever I have thought of you frequently and of the extremely pleasant 24 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 25 afternoon we spent in each other's company on April 30, 1944 between period. Then, suddenly, almost ecstatically, he felt sleepy. 3:45 and 4:15 P.M. in case it slipped your mind. You take a really sleepy man, Esmé, and he always stands a chance We are all tremendously excited and overawed about D Day and of again becoming a man with all his fac—with all his f-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s only hope that it will bring about the swift termination of the war and intact. a method of existence that is ridiculous to say the least. Charles and I are both quite concerned about you; we hope you were not among those who made the first initial assault upon the Cotentin Peninsula. Were you? Please reply as speedily as possible. My warmest regards to your wife. Sincerely yours, ESMÉ P.S. I am taking the liberty of enclosing my wristwatch which you may keep in your possession for the duration of the conflict. I did not observe whether you were wearing one during our brief association, but this one is extremely water-proof and shock-proof as well as having many other virtues among which one can tell at what velocity one is walking if one wishes. I am quite certain that you will use it to greater advantage in these difficult days then I ever can and that you will accept it as a lucky talisman. Charles, whom I am teaching to read and write and whom I am finding an extremely intelligent novice, wishes to add a few words. Please write me as soon as you have the time and inclination. HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO LOVE AND KISSES CHARLES It was a long time before X could set the note aside, let alone lift Esmé's father's wristwatch out of the box. When he did finally lift it out, he saw that its crystal had been broken in transit. He wondered if the watch was otherwise undamaged, but he hadn't the courage to wind it and find out. He just sat with it in his hand for another long 26 · J. D. Salinger For Esmé – With Love and Squalor · 27
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According to the central bank of Russia's report on Thursday, the country's gold and foreign exchange reserves increased to $510.8 billion in the week ending March 23.
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The reserves figure as tabulated on March 23 was the second highest weekly value this year, slightly behind the week ending March 2 at a value of $511.6 billion. The highest point the reserves reached in 2011 was the week of August 19 with a value of $544.0 billion. The reserves' lowest point last year was $477.5 billion for the week of January 14.
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CHARLOTTE, N.C. Darlington Raceway will return to its traditional Labor Day weekend date next season in one of the few significant changes to NASCARs 2015 Sprint Cup Series schedule.
To get Darlington back to Labor Day weekend after an 11-year absence, Atlanta Motor Speedway gave up the date. Atlanta now goes to the second race of the season on March 1.
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ASHEVILLE, N.C. — Minnie Dee Stallard, 96, of Asheville, NC, formerly of Black Mountain passed away Saturday, August 6, 2011.
Mrs. Stallard was born at home September 28, 1914 in Sparta, TN and had been a resident of the Black Mountain area for over 30 years. Minnie received her undergraduate degree in Education from Middle Tennessee State University and her Masters in Art from the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. She taught elementary school in Brazil, Puerto Rico and St. Louis, Missouri. Minnie was an Aeronautics Instructor at Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, MS during World War II. She was a member of First Christian Church of Black Mountain and also a member of the Swannanoa ValleyArts League, winning numerous awards for her creativity and art work.
Minnie was a loving wife, mother and aunt. She was filled with love, life and humor-bringing a smile to all who knew her.
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ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. - It was a memorable year for the University of New Mexico women's swimming and diving coaches and athletes. First year head coach Tracy Ljone's goals at the beginning of the season were to build on the team from last year and rebuild with the new one. Her main goal was to have everyone make a difference at conference. Most important, Ljone wanted the women to have fun and just enjoy themselves. All of these goals were accomplished and then some, which made the 2005-06 swimming & diving season a success.
Ljone was named head swim coach on May 5, 2005 after serving as the assistant swim coach at UNM during the 2004-05 season. Ljone was previously the head swim coach at Georgia Southern University from 1999-2002. Going into the season Ljone was truly excited and couldn't say enough great things. She felt the team had great chemistry and spirit. She knew she had a hard-working team and staff, which really showed throughout the season. Ljone chose Leslie Smith as the Lobos' assistant swim coach on Aug. 3, 2004. Smith, a four-year letter winner in swimming at the University of North Carolina-Wilmington, spent two years, previous to coming to New Mexico, as a graduate assistant at Duquesne University. In his second year as head diving coach Abel Sanchez expected great things from his athletes from the beginning of the season.
"I thoroughly enjoyed my first year as the head coach here," Ljone said. "I learned a lot of things and hopefully will be a better coach for them. The girls on the team are so much fun to work with and I was so excited that we could finish off the year like we did. Leslie did an amazing job in her first year as assistant coach. It's hard to come into a new program but she really fit in with the team and helped me in all areas. I couldn't have gotten through this year without her."
At the Mountain West Conference Championships New Mexico finished seventh. Going into the MWC Championships the Lobos were 0-8 in regular season conference competition. The Lobos brought home three medals, set one school record and swam to twelve season best times at conference.
"We struggled during the dual meet season but the team really came together for conference," Ljone said. "All the girls stepped it up and swam best times. Going winless in the dual meets made it tough heading into conference, but the girls made a decision to swim better and really got behind each other. It was a great meet for everyone."
Senior Robyn Miller contributed extensively in making it a memorable year for the program. Miller has held top times and records every year of her career and has been honored on the Mountain West Conference first and second teams every year as well. At the 2006 MWC Championships Miller was the only Lobo to medal. She took home two bronze medals, the first in the 500-yard freestyle and the second in the 200-yard butterfly, and a silver medal in the 400-yard individual medley. Miller was honored on the all-conference first team for her finishes in the above events and was also the recipient of the MWC Co-Senior Recognition Award.
Freshman Kristen Naber, sophomore Tori Clarridge and junior Jenna Syverson were all honored on the all-conference second team. Naber was recognized for her eighth place finish in the 200-yard fly, Clarridge was recognized for her sixth place finish in the 100-yard backstroke and Syverson was recognized for her eighth place finish in the 50-yard free. Junior diver Carrie Quinn was also honored on the all-conference second team. Quinn had top-8 finishes on the 1-meter, 3-meter and platform boards.
Quinn was the top diver for the Lobos throughout the entire season. She accumulated ten first place finishes between the 1- and 3-meter boards and had at least four dual meets where she placed first on both the 1- and 3- meter boards. At the Diving Zones Quinn finished in sixteenth place on the 1-meter board and fifteenth on the platform. She came shy of qualifying for the NCAA Championships. Quinn maintained the top score on both the 1- and 3-meter boards the entire season for the Lobos.
The Lobos lose four seniors who have been great mentors and assets to the team: Robyn Miller, Heather Morsilli, Kelsey Leckovic and Cassidy Lespreance.
"We are going to miss our four seniors so much," Ljone said. "They were a huge part of this team both in the water and out of the water. Kelsey, Robyn and Heather will be sticking around to assist as 5th year coaches which I am very excited about."
Despite the lose of the seniors the Lobos show great promise for the 2006-07 season with seventeen girls returning, which includes five sophomores, six juniors and six seniors to lead the way.
"The season as a whole was fantastic," Ljone said. "The girls were like a big family, everyone worked hard and supported each other. There were no major problems, which make my job a lot easier. It was a fun year and I hope to continue it for seasons to come."
NEW TOP-TIMES SET IN 2005-06 50-yard freestyle, Jenna Syverson-2/23/06-23.80
100-yard freestyle, Tori Clarridge-2/25/06-51.55
200-yard freestyle, Kelsey Leckovic/Robyn Miller-2/24/06-1:52.76
500-yard freestyle, Robyn Miller-2/23/06-4:55.67
1000-yard freestyle, Cassidy Lespreance-11/15/05-10:59.77
1650-yard freestyle, Cassidy Lespreance-2/25/06-17:33.43
100-yard backstroke, Tori Clarridge-2/24/06-57.35
200-yard backstroke, Heather Morsilli-2/25/06-2:09.32
100-yard breaststroke, Rachel Evans-10/22/05-1:08.73
200-yard breaststroke, Andrea Zarins-2/25/06-2:26.15
100-yard butterfly, Kristen Naber-2/24/06-58.07
200-yard butterfly, Robyn Miller-2/25/06-2:04.40
200-yard individual medley, Heather Morsilli-2/23/06-2:10.48
400-yard individual medley, Robyn Miller-2/23/06-4:24.89
200-yard freestyle relay, Clarridge, Leckovic, Miller, Syverson-2/26/06-1:34.45
400-yard freestyle relay, Clarridge, Leckovic, Miller, Syverson-2/25/06-3:27.93
800-yard freestyle relay, Miller, Lespreance, Leckovic, Jen Hale-2/22/06-7:32.76
200-yard medley relay, Clarridge, Zarins, Katrina McLoughlin, Syverson-2/22/06-1:47.41
400-yard medley relay, Clarridge, Zarins, Miller, Syverson-2/25/06-3:53.45
1-meter board, Carrie Quinn-2/03/06-298.19
3-meter board, Carrie Quinn-11/05/05-414.40
Platform, Carrie Quinn-2/25/06-202.50
AWARDS RECEIVED IN 2005-06 MWC Co-Senior Recognition Award, Robyn Miller
All-MWC First team, Robyn Miller (500 freestyle, 400 individual medley, 200 butterfly)
All-MWC Second team, Tori Clarridge (100 backstroke)
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4th - Robyn Miller, 200-yard butterfly (2:05.95, Nov. 19)
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With propper maintenance and cleanings they could have gotten decades more of feloneous acts of of these guns. It makes me cry to see a gun treated with such poor regard. Kind of reminds me of the John Hyatt song "Perfectly good guitar." It ought to be a crime to wreck a perfectly good guitar/gun.
Fathers Day can be a confusing and violent thing in the Southend of Spfld.
Sounds like LaMarketa Promotion want to skip the court date and try the case in the Mass Live forum. Don't worry LaMarketa all of these men will have their day in court.
17K a year for Westfield State? I remember the good old days when WSU President Francis J. Pilecki actually gave students money instead of fee increases.
Tuition $1714, Student Fees $11528 what a joke! I graduated UMass Dartmouth in 86. Tuition last semester $786, student fees $225. At least Massachusetts can boast a very small increase in tuition over the past 1/4 century. What a joke.
Sure dump all your problems in Western Mass.
Come on Shira, first you post an article saying no one cares that Elizabeth Warren lied about being an Indian, and now you try to present an NBC poll as something more than liberal fodder. Remember Rathergate? I know that was CBS bur come on Shira you are so transparent.
If Obama had just given him the large screen TV he's entitled to then none of this would have happened. Let Joe Go! Let Joe Go! Let Joe Go!
White woman speak with forked tounge. Shira Shoenberg sends liberal smoke signals by saying "nothing to see here."
Hardley "unpedictable". The warmer weather and homicides approach Springfield with the certianty of the seasons. Nothing unpredictable about that.
Helium is not a dangerous drug. Deep sea divers breath it instead of air because of the lower nitrogen levels which lead to the benz. I suspect the problem hear was with putting your mouth on a pressurized tank and forcing the gas into the bloodstream rather than allowing it to be absorbed through the lungs as in normal breathing. In any event, tragic. Condolences to friends and family.
I do not like this gun on my bike.
I would not like it in the early light.
Six bullets only in this gun.
How am I to have some fun?
I will throw this gun as I run.
I need a Colt or a Glock.
A little gun for in my sock.
Lots of bullets, lots of fun.
Off to my crack dealer I will run.
That is where I'll buy my gun.
No background check will he run.
Just give him cash and get a gun.
"Controversial immigration enforcement program"???? Since when has it become controversial to enforce US laws? There is such a thing called national sovereignty. I wonder how people rationalize the argument that there are "Good Illegal Aliens". Maybe we wouldn't have a 9.2 national unemployment rate if we started enforcing our immigration laws.
Stop blaming the wars. Wars are good for the economy. How do you think the Great Depression was ended? World War II.
No wonder David Ortiz wasn't in the line-up last night agaisnt the Royals.
This must be the recovery Obama was talking about.
The official heroine of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts is Deborah Sampson Gannett. Disguised as a man, she enlisted in the 4th Massachusetts Regiment under the name of Robert Shurtleff. The first female to enlist as an American soldier, Deborah was wounded at the Battle of Tarrytown. Upon recommendation of Minuteman Paul Revere she was later awarded the first military pension granted to a woman. Her pension was approved by John Hancock.
I cut and pasted a great article on the UMass name change debate and it was deleted twice. I'm not sure if it was due to the length of the post or the fact that it makes Dick Baker look bad because he doesn't know any of the facts about women serving with the minutemen in the Revoloutionary War. It also points out the fact the Afro Americans and American Indians served alongside the caucasians in this Militia. Anyway here is the link to the facts;http://targetmastershootingacademy.com/minutemen.html Mr Baker should do some basic research before he tries to rile up debate based on incorrect facts.
To Groundedsst - Thank you for the correction regarding high capacity feeding devices. I do not own any large capacity feeding devices but I could buy them in CT. I am unclear on the legality of briging one into MA. It seems strange me that LTC says Class A Large Capacity but I am a felon if I own one???? The MA Laws are ridiculous and confusing. I am a law abiding citizen. To date all my firearm purchases have been made from MA dealers so I assume my guns are MA compliant. I researched purchasing guns online and became overwhelmed by the MA restrictions. In the end I will leave the legality of the purchase to an FFL after all MA will not allow me to purchase anything online directly.
To get back to the subject of the noise complaints I shoot skeet at my local gun club twice a week. I've heard the argument that the Second Amendment was enacted before the "modern gun" was invented. This argument is used by anti-gun fanatics to try and make an argument against allowing machine guns to be fired at gun ranges. The loudest gun I've heard at the skeet fields is a black powder 12 gauge shot gun that is over 150 years old. Not only is the gun louder than any other gun at the club, but the black powder produces a ton of smoke (pollution). Let's not forget the ammunition of choice back when the Constitution was written was the 50 caliber round ball fired from a black powder musket. This was a very loud weapon. It only shows your ignorance that you would argue that guns today make more noise than guns of the eighteenth century. And to you Frank_Mann; this 200 year old document we call the Constitution is a document written to withstand the tests of time and cultural changes. It defines our nation and is the very thing two centuries of United States Veteran died defending. It is unpatriotic in the least for you to refer to it a "pretty lame" to rely on its' word to support an argument. Your contempt for our Nations sickens my soul.


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Professor Department of Statistical Sciences 1984-2008 (and Head of Dept 1994-1999).
Part-time Professor of Decision Science, Manchester Business School, University fo Manchester (2007-)
Previously Director and Head of Operations Research and Statistics in the National Research Institute for Mathematical Sciences of the CSIR, Pretoria
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Application of multicriteria decision analysis (discrete choice and goal programming approaches) in energy, fisheries, water, land use planning, health
Integration of multicriteria decision analysis with scenario planning and data envelopment analysis
Development of genetic algorithms for multiobjective optimization
Application of operations research to developmental problems
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Janssen, R., van Herwijnen, M., Stewart, T. J., and Aerts, J. C. J. H., 2008. Multiobjective decision support for land use planning. Environment and Planning B: Planning and Design, volume 35, pages 740-756.
Joubert, A. R., Janssen, R., and Stewart, T. J., 2008. Allocating fishing rights in South Africa: A participatory approach. Fisheries Management and Ecology, volume 15, pages 27-37.
Stewart, T., Bandte, O., Braun, H., Chakraborti, N., Ehrgott, M., G÷belt, M., Jin, Y., Nakayama, H., Poles, S., and Di Stefano, D., 2008. Real-world applications of multiobjective optimization. In J. Branke, K. Deb, K. Miettinen, and R. S lowi#nski, editors, Multiobjective Optimization - Interactive and Evolutionary Approaches, Lecture Notes in Computer Science, chapter 11. Springer-Verlag GmbH, Berlin, Heidelberg.
Yang, J.-B., Wong, B. Y. H., Xu, D.-L., and Stewart, T. J., 2009. Integrating DEA-oriented performance assessment and target setting using interactive MOLP methods. European Journal of Operational Research, volume 195, pages 205-222.
Durbach, I. N. and Stewart, T. J., 2009. Using expected values to simplify decision making under uncertainty. OMEGA: International Journal of Management Science, volume 37, pages 312-330.
Stewart, T. J., Joubert, A., and Janssen, R., 2010. MCDA framework for fishing rights allocation in South Africa Group Decision and Negotiation, volume 19, pages 247-265.
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Belton, V. and Stewart, T. J., 2010. Problem structuring and MCDA. In M. Ehrgott, J. R. Figueira, and S. Greco, editors, Trends in Multiple Criteria Decision Analysis, chapter 8. Springer, pages 209-239
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Stewart, T. J., 2010. Goal directed benchmarking for organizational efficiency Omega, The International Journal of Management Science, volume 38, pages 534-539.
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I. N. Durbach and T. J. Stewart. An experimental study of the effect of uncertainty representation on decision making. European Journal of Operational Research, 214:380-392, 2011.
I. N. Durbach and T. J. Stewart. A comparison of simplified value function approaches for treating uncertainty in multi-criteria decision analysis. Omega, The International Journal of Management Science, 40:456-464, 2012.
I. N. Durbach and T. J. Stewart. Modelling uncertainty in multi-criteria decision analysis. European Journal of Operational Research, 223:1-14, 2012. T. J. Stewart, S. French, and J. Rios. Integrating multicriteria decision analysis and scenario planning -review and extension. Omega, The International Journal of Management Science,41:679-688, 2013. DOI: 10.1016/j.omega.2012.09.003
R. Janssen, A. R. Joubert, and T. J. Stewart. A multicriteria approach to equitable fishing rights allocation in South Africa's Western Cape. In P. J. H. van Beukering, E. Papyrakis, J. Bouma, and R. Brouwer, editors, Nature's Wealth: The Economics of Livelihoods and Ecosystem Services in Africa and Asia, pages 157-173. Cambridge University Press, 2013.
T. J. Stewart, S. French, and J. Rios Integrating multicriteria decision analysis and scenario planning - review and extension. Omega, The International Journal of Management Science, 41:679-688, 2013. DOI: 10.1016/j.omega.2012.09.003. .
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T. J. Stewart and R. Janssen. Integrated value function construction with application to impact assessments International Transactions in Operational Research, 20:559-578, 2013. DOI: 10.1111/itor.12016.
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K. Miettinen, J. Mustajoki, and T. J. Stewart. Interactive multiobjective optimization with NIMBUS for decision making under uncertainty. OR Spectrum, 36:39-56, 2014. DOI: 10.1007/s00291-013-0328-5.
T. J. Stewart and R. Janssen. A multiobjective GIS-based land use planning algorithm. Computers, Environment and Urban Systems, 46:25-34, 2014. DOI: 10.1016/j.compenvurbsys.2014.04.002.
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- Phase transitions in nuclear matter A method for the description of spin-isospin phase transitions in nuclear matter is developed. It allows a complete description of the pion condensation phase transition in the framework of the Landau-Migdal Fermi liquid theory. The equation of the order parameter is derived and the condensation energy is calculated. We study the influence of pion condensation on the nuclear equation of state and the temperature dependence of pion condensation. NUCLEAR STRUCTURE Description of pion-condensed ground state by Green's function technique.
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- We show that a uniformly accelerated observer experiences a "thermal" flux of Dirac particles in the ordinary Minkowski vacuum.
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- This paper reports calculations of the influence of a reaction time T>10-21 s in deep-inelastic Xe-Pb collisions on the energy spectrum of δ electrons ejected in the same collision. It is shown that the lifetime of the superheavy composite system causes pronounced oscillations of width ε=h/T in the electron distribution, which survive the inclusion of multistep excitations and the folding with a lifetime distribution function. This effect may serve as an atomic clock for deep-inelastic collisions.


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Politico's morning score this morning has Mitt Romney finally paying attention to Rick Perry, whose initial polling is looking good. The media should pay close attention to Perry, too.
Including these potential warning signs:
Jobs – Sure, Texas created them under his watch, but they were mostly low wage, or even minimum wage. Once that seeps in to the larger public (and Democrats will emphasize it), Perry may not seem so shiny and news. David Love writes for TheGrio this morning:
Texas has benefited from a rapid growth rate due to the state's Latino population, and has attracted businesses with its low-regulation, low-tax environment.
Further, the dirty little secret of the "Texas Miracle" is that most of the newly created jobs aren't worth having. Texas leads the nation in low wage jobs, which accounted for 37 percent of jobs created in that state last year. At $11.20 an hour, median wages in Texas are below the national median of $12.50 an hour. In 2010, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, 550,000 Texans were working at or below the minimum wage of $7.25 an hour–around 9.5 percent of hourly workers in Texas– causing Texas to tie with Mississippi as the leader in low wage jobs. This gives new meaning to the saying "Texas is like Mississippi with paved roads."
Moreover, many of these jobs lack health insurance benefits. In fact, with one in four Texans lacking health insurance, the Lone Star State also leads the nation in the percentage of its citizens who go without healthcare.
Need a job? Don't go to Texas. With unemployment at 8 percent, unemployment in Texas is below the national rate, but higher than a host of states that make no claims about an economic miracle, like Massachusetts, Virginia and New York. Meanwhile, Texas is unable to create enough jobs to keep up with its rising population. This, as double-digit unemployment in some Texas counties, and the homeless shelters are bursting at the seams as poverty is on the rise.
Corporate welfare – Per right wing columnist Glenn Garvin of the Miami Herald (who is no friend of President Obama):
As governor of Texas, Perry controls hundreds of millions of dollars in state handouts to corporations for "job creation and economic development." Not surprisingly, it turns out that the funds are especially good at developing one particular sector of the Texas economy: Perry's campaign funds.
The Texas Observer revealed earlier this year that of the 55 companies that have dipped into the $345 million Texas Enterprise Fund controlled by Perry, 20 have been have donated money either directly to Perry's political campaign funds or to the Republican Governors Association, his Washington posse.
We're not talking chump change: The Observer counted donations over $2 million. Meanwhile, The Dallas Morning News looked into the Texas Emerging Technology Fund, another of the taxpayer teats under Perry's control, and found eight companies that received $16 million in subsidies who, totally coincidentally, donated $1.4 million to the governor's campaign.
And Perry is not content to merely pick taxpayer pockets on behalf of his corporate friends; he'll resort to strong-arm robbery when necessary. The biggest controversy of his decade in the governor's mansion was an arrogant attempted land-grab called the Trans-Texas Corridor, a $185 billion system of super-highways for which the state would have had to acquire as much as a thousand square miles of territory.
To deal with troublesome property owners who didn't want to sell, Perry persuaded the legislature to pass a new form of eminent domain known as "quick-claim," in which the state could have seized any land it wanted with just 90 days of notice, then "negotiate" the price later. The super-highway plan died in 2010 only because the federal government showed more concern for the rights of bugs and bunnies than Perry did for the property rights of his constituents, pulling the plug on its chunk of the budget out of environmental concerns.
Fundraising weirdness – Also from Politico, some uneasiness with Perry's fundraising chops, from his own team:
Rick Perry's campaign for Texas governor last year criticized his GOP primary opponent's ties to a lobbyist caught on film apparently suggesting he could secure meetings for a deposed Central Asian politician with top Bush administration officials in exchange for a $200,000 donation to the Bush library.
But this summer, as Perry's allies scrambled to build a fundraising network ahead of his late entry into the presidential race, they accepted help from the very same lobbyist, Stephen Payne. He not only attended one of the first Austin get-togethers of Perry backers who have committed to raising — or "bundling" — as much as $500,000 apiece for Perry's presidential campaign, but Payne also boasted that he helped arrange meetings with former Pakistani President Pervez Musharraf and Latvian Prime Minister Valdis Dombrovskis to burnish the Texas governor's foreign policy credentials.
Payne's involvement could become fodder for attacks against the candidate, multiple Perry fundraisers and allies say privately. They worry Payne's role highlights a broader problem — that the urgency Perry backers feel to catch up financially to GOP presidential front-runner Mitt Romney is leading to sloppiness and an insensitivity to perception that could leave the Texas governor and his allies vulnerable to criticism from rivals, scrutiny from the media and even legal complaints.
Adding to the problem, these allies say, is that Perry has never had to raise money under the intense national media scrutiny of a presidential campaign or the more restrictive federal rules — and they question whether some of his early fundraising efforts were fully vetted for compliance with those rules, let alone perceptions.
Gaffes - Perry made a comment about Fed chair Ben Bernanke that even gave Republicans the creeps, saying, according to a ThinkProgress tracker:
"If this guy prints more money between now and the election, I dunno what y'all would do to him in Iowa but we would treat him pretty ugly down in Texas. Printing more money to play politics at this particular time in American history is almost treasonous in my opinion." Treason is a capital offense.
Watch the video here. Perry, who has advocated secession, also seemed to question President Obama's love for the country, saying "you'd have to ask" the president if he loves America.
Al Gore — Perry chaired Gore's Texas presidential committee back in 1988, when he was a Democrat. Yes, like Michele "family reunion" Bachmann, Perry was a Dem. But Bachmann was a Democrat in the 1970s, when she, like a lot of other evangelicals, supported the first openly evangelical presidential candidate in modern memory: Jimmy Carter. Perry was still a Democrat AFTER the Reagan revolution, and AFTER Al Gore wrote his opus on climate change. He may have some 'splaining to do on that score.
George W. Bush — I'm telling you, looking and sounding like Bush is going to be an issue for Perry. James Fallows noticed it too:
Until I saw clips of him in the past two or three days, I hadn't realized how much watching and seeing Perry is just like having George W. Bush back in our living rooms. Maybe this will be an ingredient for strong conservative support. I can't imagine that any sophisticated Republican operative thinks it's a plus in winning 270 electoral votes. When Republicans ran against the first post-Nixon Democratic president, in 1980, they didn't try to find someone who looked and sounded like Tricky Dick.


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Malbec from Argentina, South America
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Deep red in color with intense violet shades. On the nose, a combination of red fruits and toasty notes given by the French oak are evident. In the mouth the wine is complex and structured with a long aftertaste. Pair with grilled meats or tagliatelle with spicy tomato sauce.
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From Bodegas Renacer. Mendoza, Argentina is a privileged place in the world because of its winegrowing and winemaking conditions. These excellent conditions are bottled into the great wines that have been reaching the world's markets in recent years. Robert Parker has proclaimed that Malbec, the region's emblematic variety, has a very auspicious future.
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Prefer older person with no small children or retired person they weigh about 4 to 5 pounds. Am looking to rehome two rescued female Yorkies good loving dogs that need good homes. You must be able to provide Vet history and be able to provide references of being a responsible pet owner. These are inside babies and were rescued from being kept outside year round. They can go together or can ...
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Knoxville - Dogs & puppies
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