They had lost the urgency, the tension, that had...
They had lost the urgency, the tension, that had driven them forward when everything else was goneNow after marching a few hundred yards they were almost as tired as they had been when they halted, and the heat of the sun made them dizzy and weakWilson began to moan quite steadily
This tormented themTheir bodies felt powerless and clumsy; each time he groaned they winced with guilt and empathy, and the torments of his wound seemed to pass through the handles of the stretcher up into their armsThey bickered constantly for the first half mile while they still had wind to speakEverything they did grated on everybody else, and they snapped at each other continually
"Dammit, Goldstein, why don't you watch it?" Stanley gucci purses would shout after a sudden jar
"Why don't you men quit the fussin' and do some work?" Ridges would mutter
"Aaah, blow it out," Stanley would shout
And Brown would interfere"Stanley, you're talkin' too damn muchWhy'n't you do some goddam work?"
They struggled on, enraged at each otherWilson began to babble again, and they listened to him dully"Men, why don' you all lea' me, a man who cain't hold up his end ain't worth a goddamAh'm jus' holdin' you backJus' lea' me, men, that's all Ah askOl' Wilson'll get along, y' don' have to worry about him
"Jus' lea' me, men
It tickled in their shoulders, washed down to their fingertips, which seemed to loosen on the litter handles"What the hell you talkin' about, Wilson?" Brown tiffany and co jewelry pantedEach of them was fighting his private battle
Goldstein stumbled, and Wilson shouted at him"Goldstein, you're a no-good bastard, you done that on purpose, Ah been watchin' ya, and you're no good The name twisted in Wilson's head; he remembered the handle at his right foot being called Goldstein, and when the litter had dipped in that direction, he had bawled out the name"Goldstein's no fuggin good, a man who won't take a drink He giggled weakly, a little blood welling stickily from the parched hollow of his throat"Goddam, ol' Croft never knew Ah got a free bottle off him
Goldstein shook his head angrily, moved forward sullenly, his eyes on the groundThey never forget, the goyim, they never forget, he kept chloe black repeating to himselfHe felt leagued against all of themWhat did this Wilson appreciate of what they were doing for him?
And Wilson lay back again, listening to the fast taut sounds of their sobbingThey were working for himHe understood it abruptly, held the idea for an instant and then lost it, but the emotion it stirred remained with him"Man, Ah think a lot of you all for what you're doin', but you don't have to stick with ol' WilsonJus' lea' me, that's all And when there was no answer he became fretful"Goddammit, men, Ah said you can lea' me He whined like a feverish child
Goldstein wanted to drop the litter handleHe said we should stop, Goldstein said to himselfBut immediately afterward he was moved by Wilson's speechIn vintage chanel jewelry the heat and the blunting exhaustion of the march he could not think clearly, and thoughts jerked through him like muscular reactionsWe can't leave him, he told himself; he's a generous fellow, and then Goldstein thought of nothing at all but the increasing torment in his arm, the muscle pains that extended across his back down into his straining legs
Wilson rubbed his tongue against the dry edge of his teeth"Oh, men, Ah'm thirsty," he chantedHe twisted on the litter, holding up his head toward the leaden glaring sky, his throat poised on the edge of a delicious blissAny moment they would give him some water and the torture of his tongue and palate would be assuaged"Men, gimme a drink," Wilson muttered"Le's have some gucci twirl watch wate