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in one of those lunchcarts there boy and eat hamburg and potatoes and hot coffee.” We drove down the lakeside dirt road in the moonlight, stopped at the inn where Morley returned the blankets, and drove on into the little town and parked on the highway. Poor Japhy, it was here finally I found out his Achilles heel. This little tough guy who wasn’t afraid of anything and could ramble around mountains for weeks alone and run down mountains, was afraid of going into a restaurant because the people in it were too well dressed. Morley and I laughed and said “What’s the difference? We’ll just go in and eat.” But Japhy thought the place I chose looked too bourgeois and insisted on going to a more workingman-looking restaurant across the highway. We went in there and it was a desultory place with lazy waitresses letting us sit there five minutes without even bringing a menu. I got mad and said “Let’s go to that other place. What you afraid of, Japhy, what’s the difference? You may know all about mountains but I know about where to eat.” In fact we got a little miffed at each other and I felt bad. But he came to the other place, which was the better restaurant of the two, with a bar on one side, many hunters drinking in the dim cocktail-lounge light, and the restaurant itself a long counter and a lot of tables with whole gay families eating from a very considerable selection. The menu was huge and good: mountain trout and everything. Japhy, I found, was also afraid of spending ten cents more for a good dinner. I went to the bar and bought a glass of port and brought it to our stool seats at the counter (Japhy: “You sure you can do that?”) and I kidded Japhy awhile. He felt better now. “That’s what’s the trouble with you Japhy, you’re just an old anarchist scared of society. What difference does it make? Comparisons are odious.”

“Well Smith it just looked to me like this place was full of old rich farts and the prices would be too high, I admit it, I’m scared of all this American wealth, I’m just an old bhikku and I got nothin to do with all this high standard of living, goddammit, I’ve been a poor guy all my life and I can’t get used to some things.”

“Well your weaknesses are admirable. I’ll buy ’em.” And we had a raving great dinner of baked potatoes and porkchops and salad and hot buns and blueberry pie and the works. We were so honestly hungry it wasn’t funny and it was honest. After dinner we went into a liquor store where I bought a bottle of muscatel and the old proprietor and his old fat buddy looked at us and said “Where you boys been?”

“Climbin Matterhorn out there,” I said proudly. They only stared at us, gaping. But I felt great and bought a cigar and lit up and said “Twelve thousand feet and we come down outa there with such an appetite and feelin so good that now this wine is gonna hit us just right.” The old men gaped. We were all sunburned and dirty and wildlooking, too. They didn’t say anything. They thought we were crazy.

We got in the car and drove back to San Francisco drinking and laughing and telling long stories and Morley really drove beautifully that night and wheeled us silently through the graying dawn streets of Berkeley as Japhy and I slept dead to the world in the seats. At some point or other I woke up like a little child and was told I was home and staggered out of the car and went across the grass into the cottage and opened my blankets and curled up and slept till late the next afternoon a completely dreamless beautiful sleep. When I woke up the next day the veins in my feet were all cleared. I had worked the blood clots right out of existence. I felt very happy.

13

When I got up the next day I couldn’t help smiling thinking of Japhy standing huddled in the night outside the fancy restaurant wondering if we would be let in or not. It was the first time I’d ever seen him afraid of anything. I planned to tell him about such things, that night, when he’d be coming over. But that night everything happened. First, Alvah left and went out for a few hours and I was alone reading when suddenly I