imagining Harper feeling a slightly above average level of irritation when browsing in a microelectronics store and finding two models of something both of which do almost all the things he wants but neither of which does all. (In Augustusâs vision Harperâs accompanied by an equinely beautiful young woman who with constant low-level annoyance is one of his mistresses. Though mildly aphrodisiacal the experience depresses her these days since like everything else itâs become self-conscious, situated, ironic. It reminds her that she sits on a nest of things she knows about herselfâthe exact formidable degree of her beauty, the exact formidable degree of her intellect, the exact formidable degree of her corruptionâand isnât likely to shift from it now. Shopping, with the ample resources she has, outlines the dimensions of her unsatisfactory life, alternatives to which she knows sheâll never explore.) Augustus sees all this because a version of Harperâs consumer irritation is familiar to him. He lived for years in Manhattan with the urban malaria of precision dissatisfactions. But whereas for Harper the condition segues into a feeling of well-being, for Augustus it was always a failure, proof of vague yet giant loss. The part of him in mourning for all that was gonerequired ceaseless distraction: television; work; doomed affairs; fine-tuned consumer preferencesâdespite which the mourning went on, in dreams, in the small hours, sitting on the can or waiting for the kettle to boil. At moments his own face in the bathroom mirror conceded the worst, that he was still suffering from the loss of the old gods and stories, that he was still, with the confused center of himself, looking back. Harper doesnât look back. Heâs something different, a new type that can turn nihilism into buoyancy. As he moves forward the past drops away behind him like a crumbling bridge.
âListen,â Harper says, leaning forward to reforge the earlier intimacy. âYouâre still a man. Donât make me take that away from you.â
The sincerity and reason of this hurt Augustus in his heart. Tears well and fall, which he knows is the first hairline fracture. He thinks again of all the people crucified before Christ. The demand theyâd made was for his recognition of how alone theyâd been. Any second this interlude with Harper will end and heâll be alone again. He starts to construct a comfortâthat the murdered millions of history will be with himâbut it dissolves into nothing.
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B ecause he canât face Maddoch and the builder Augustus kills daylight in Marle. In Costcutter he picks up supplies he doesnât needâsoap, toothpaste, a can of tuna, a small packet of rice, disposable razors and at the checkout ambushed by a sugar-craving a bar of Galaxy milk chocolateâthen spends two hours over three large whiskies in the Heathcote Arms, shivering between swallows, some sort of blood noise bothering not just his ears but histeeth as well, as if his fillings are picking up radio. The dog lies by the fire, raises its head from time to time but doesnât get up. At the bar someoneâs showing Eddie the landlord the latest thing, an i-phone. Not on sale here yet; this oneâs from America, retails at $600. It does everything. Augustusâs skin prickles: Harper had one, demonstrated it during the hours in the medical unit. You see what this means, right? heâd said in a tone of neutral enquiry. Augustusâs morphine was wearing off. Theyâd had him swimming in drugs, all fathom of hours and days gone. It means not having information on demandâs no longer acceptable, Harper continued. Thereâs no standing on the street wondering what year Kevin Spacey won the Oscar, itâs there in your hand, instantly. Itâs going to shut down a big neural chunk. Memoryâll go. The optimistsâ corollary will be that itâll
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