The World According To Garp

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Authors: John Irving
Tags: Humor, Contemporary, Adult, Classic
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the soft lawns, flashing his spotlight into the deep shrubs alongside the buildings, making the campus an unsafe place for lurkers—or for lovers, with no indoor place to go.
    Nurse Creen also called Dr. Pell, because her mind, in a crisis, always ran to people who were supposed to take charge. She did not think of the fire department, a thought that was crossing Jenny’s mind; but Jenny feared they would take too long and the gutter would collapse before they arrived; worse, she imagined, they would insist she let
them
handle everything and make her let go of Garp’s leg.
    Surprised, Jenny looked up at Garp’s small, soggy sneaker, which now dangled in the sudden and ghastly glare of Dean Bodger’s spotlight. The light was disturbing and confusing the pigeons, whose perception of dawn was probably not the best and who appeared almost ready to come to some decision in the rain gutter; their cooing and the scrabbling sounds of their claws grew more frantic.
    Down on the lawn, running around Dean Bodger’s car, the boys in their white hospital smocks appeared to have been bedlamized by the experience—or by Dean Bodger’s sharp orders to run here or run there, fetch this or fetch that. Bodger called all the boys “men.” As in “Let’s have a line of mattresses under the fire escape, men! Double-quick!” he barked. Bodger had taught German for twenty years at Steering before being appointed dean; his commands sounded like the rapid-fire conjugating of German verbs.
    The “men” piled mattresses and oogled through the skeletal fire escape at Jenny’s marvelous white uniform in the spotlight. One of the boys stood flush to the building, well under the fire escape, and his view up Jenny’s skirt and her spotlit legs must have dazzled him because be appeared to forget the crisis and he just
stood
there. “Schwarz!” Dean Bodger yelled at him, but his name was Warner and he did not respond. Dean Bodger had to shove him to make him stop staring. “More mattresses, Schmidt!” Bodger told him.
    A piece of the gutter, or a particle of leaf, stuck in Jenny’s eye and she had to spread her legs wider apart, for balance. When the gutter gave way, the pigeon Garp had caught was launched out of the broken end of the trough and forced into brief and frenzied flight. Jenny gagged at her first thought: that the pigeon blurring past her vision was the falling body of her son; but she reassured herself with her grip on Garp’s leg. She was first knocked into a deep squat, and then thrown to one hip on the fire-escape landing, by the weight of a substantial chunk of the rain gutter that still contained Garp. Only when she realized that they were both safe on the landing, and sitting down, did Jenny let go of Garp’s leg. An elaborate bruise, in the near-perfect form of her fingerprints, would be on his calf for a week.
    From the ground, the scene was confusing. Dean Bodger saw a sudden movement of bodies above him, he heard the sound of the rain gutter ripping, he saw Nurse Fields fall. He saw a three-foot hunk of the rain gutter drop into the darkness, but he never saw the child. He saw what looked like a pigeon dart into and through the beam of his spotlight, but he did not follow the flight of the bird—blinded by the light, then lost in the night. The pigeon struck the iron edge of the fire escape and broke its neck. The pigeon wrapped its wings around itself and spiraled straight down, like a slightly soft football falling well out of the line of mattresses Bodger had ordered for the ultimate emergency. Bodger saw the bird falling and mistook its small, fast-moving body for the child.
    Dean Bodger was a basically brave and tenacious man, the father of four rigorously raised children. His devotion to campus police work was not so much motivated by his desire to prevent people from having fun as stemming from his conviction that almost every accident was unnecessary and could, with cunning and industry, be avoided. Thus

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