Deliverance - James Dickey [13]
half-solids first and then color after color of powerful liquids, all from an office Christmas party. As I remembered, Thad had thought that driving me out for a last beer might help sober me up, but be was more horrified than any stranger when he saw what shape I was in. A lot of times when drunk I've felt things that seemed to share the drunkenness with me -- friendly tables and sofas and even trees -- but the pole in that drive-in was thing-cold, set in all that concrete, in the southern winter. It had no movement and I couldn't give it mine, drunk as I was, spinning among the disgusted people in overcoats in their cars, their faces going blue and red with neon -- that tired, never-dying color-changing -- and something colder than the metal in my hand touched the very bottom of my stomach, the blood heaved, and I held to the pole and let it come. I could hear the cars near me starting, and I tried with every muscle to bring up my stomach. I might also have hit my head a couple of times against the pole, for there were some lumps on my forehead, over one eye. Now as we passed I swiveled to look at the post, half expecting to see something special about it: the ground around it bleached, maybe, or some other indication that I had taken a stand there. There was nothing of that sort, of course, but an inhuman coldness touched me, my stomach clenched, and we were past. The highway shrank to two lanes, and we were in the country. The change was not gradual; you could have stopped the car and got out at the exact point where suburbia ended and the redneck South began. I would like to have done that, to see what the sense of it would be. There was a motel, then a weed field, and then on both sides Clabber Girl came out of hiding, leaping onto the sides of barns, 666 and Black Draught began to swirl, and Jesus began to save. We hummed along, borne with the inverted canoe on a long tide of patent medicines and religious billboards. From such a trip you would think that the South did nothing but dose itself and sing gospel songs; you would think that the bowels of the southerner were forever clamped shut; that he could not open and let natural process flow through him, but needed one purgative after another in order to make it to church. We stopped in a little town named Seluca and had breakfast at a restaurant called the Busy Bee. It was great, I thought, a big meal with grits and eggs and lots of butter and biscuits and preserves. My gut heaved and rubbed against the slick nylon I was wearing and the sun, as I got back into the car, drained from my face down into some central part. I barely remember Lewis starting the car, but I do remember thinking of Martha and Dean just as I drifted out, recalling that they were mine, that I was always welcome in that house. I was dead, and riding, which is a special kind of sleep not like any other, and I heard Lewis saying something that strove in and out of my consciousness. Later in the trip I asked him to repeat it. "... and was there in the Grass Mountain National Game Management Area; gone up after trout. That's not too far from where we're headed, either. Bad roads in there, but my God Almighty, the little part of the river I've seen would knock your eyes out. The last time I was near there I asked a couple of rangers about it, but none of them knew anything. They said they hadn't been up in there, and the way they said 'in there' made it sound like a place that's not easy to get to. Probably it isn't, but that's what makes it good. From what I saw, the river is rough but not too rough just south of Oree. But what's on down from that, I don't have any idea. What we'll do first is to find a place to put in. Oree is on kind of a bluff, and most likely we'll have to get on the other side of it to put in. We might want to get some more supplies in Oree first, though." My eyes kept hazing open and shut without seeing anything; things were in them but didn't have the power to stay or be remembered. The world was a kind of colored nodream with objects in it. Then, one of the times that my