All the King's Men - Robert Penn Warren [49]
For a moment he didn’t act as if he had heard me, and when he did turn his head to me there seemed to be connection between the act and what I had said. The act seemed to come from what was going on inside his head and not because I had spoken.
“A man don’t have to be Governor,” he said.
“Huh?” I responded in my surprise, for that was the last thing I ever expected out of Willie by that time. The showing in the last town (where I hadn’t been) must have been a real frost to wake him up.
“A man don’t have to be Governor,” he repeated, and as I looked at his face now I didn’t see the thin-skinned, boyish face, but another face under it, as though the first face were a mask of glass and now I could through it to the other one. I looked at the second face and saw, all of a sudden, the heavyish lips laid together to remain you of masonry and the knot of muscle on each cheek back where the jawbone hinges on.
“Well,” I replied belatedly, “the votes haven’t been counted yet.”
He mumbled over in his mind what he had been working on. Then he said, “I’m not denying I wanted it. I won’t lie to you,” he said, and leaned forward a little and looked at me as though he were trying to convince me of the thing which I was already surer of than I was of hands and feet. “I wanted it. I lay awake at night, just wanting it.” He worked his big hands on his knees, making the knuckles crack. “Hell, a man can lie there and want something so bad and be so full of wanting it he just plain forgets what it is he wants. Just like when you are a boy and the sap first rises and you think you will go crazy some night wanting something and you want it so bad and get so near sick wanting it you near forget what it is. It’s something inside you–” he leaned at me, with his eyes on my face, and grabbed the front of his sweat-streaked blue shirt to make me think he was going to snatch the buttons loose to show me something.
But he subsided back in the chair, letting his eyes leave me to look across the wall as though the wall weren’t there, and said, “But wanting don’t make a thing true. You don’t have to live forever to figure that out.”
That was so true I didn’t reckon it was worthwhile even to agree with him.
He didn’t seem to notice my silence, he was so wrapped up in his own. But after a minute he pulled out of it, stared at me, and said, “I could have made a good Governor. By God–” And he struck his knee with his fist–“by God, a lot better than those fellows. Look here–” and he leaned at me–“what this state needs is a new tax program. And the rate ought to be raised on the coal lands the state’s got leased out. And there’s not a decent road in the state once you get in the country. And I could save this state some money by merging some departments. And schools–look at me, I never had a decent day’s schooling in my life, what I got I dug out, and there’s no reason why this state–”
I had heard it all before. On the platform when he stood up there high and pure in the face and nobody gave a damn.
He must have noticed that I wasn’t giving a damn. He shut up all of a sudden. He got up and walked across the floor, and back, his head thrust forward and the forelock falling over his brow. He stopped in front of me. “Those things need doing, don’t they?” he demanded.
“Sure,” I said, and it was no lie.
“But they won’t listen to it,” he said. “God damn those bastard,” he said, “they come out to hear a speaking and then they won’t listen to you. Not a word. They don’t care. God damn ’em! They deserve to grabble in the dirt and get nothing for it but a dry gut-ruble. They won’t listen.”
“No,” I agreed, “they won’t.”
“And I won’t be Governor,” he said, shortly. “And they’ll deserve what they get.” And added, “The bastards.”
“Well, you want me to hold you hand about it? Suddenly, I was sore at him. Why did he come to me? What did he expect me to do? What made him think I wanted to hear about wt the state needed? Hell, I knew. Everybody knew. It wasn’t any secret. What it needed was some decent government. But who the hell was going to give it?