Part 10 (1/2)
”Not a good time, Vigorous. The beast is at trough, as you can see.”
”Norman, we were just at the other table, there, just beyond the vegetables, see?”
”... And thought we'd come over to see if anything in particular might be the tiniest bit wrong, and to introduce this young lady I'm with, who works in the Building, and whom you may or may not know.”
”I don't think I know you, no.”
”Norman Bombardini may I present Ms. Lenore Beadsman, Lenore, Mr. Bombardini.”
”Pleased to meet you.”
”Beadsman. Not related to Stonecipher Beadsman, by any chance?”
”Lenore is Mr. Beadsman's daughter.”
”Daughter. Interesting. Stonecipheco Baby Foods. Not a bad line of products, really. A bit soft and runny for my taste, of course....”
”Well, it's infant food, really, Norman.”
”... but any port in the proverbial storm. Please feel free to sit down.”
”Shall we?”
”Ummm ...”
”Let's.”
”Just put the plates anywhere at all. You probably don't want to sit in that chair, at all, Ms. Beadsman, I predict.”
”Not really.”
”Here's another one.” ”....”
”So, Norman.”
”I don't suppose either of you would care for a bit of eclair?”
”No thank you.”
”No thanks, Norman, really. ”
”Well, it's just as well, because you can't have any. They're mine. I paid for them and they're mine.”
”No one disputes that.”
”Staked your claim pretty thoroughly, I'd say.”
”Ms. Beadsman, you're not one of those s.p.u.n.ky girls, are you? One of those girls with s.p.u.n.k? My wife has s.p.u.n.k. Or rather she had s.p.u.n.k. Or rather she was my wife. s.p.u.n.k is apt to make me uncontrollably ravenous, thus representing not an insignificant hazard to the possessor thereof.”
”Lenore is comparatively devoid of s.p.u.n.k, really.”
”Thanks, Rick.”
”So, Norman. How are things?”
”Things are huge and grotesque and disgusting, Vigorous; surely you can see that.”
”Pretty keen a.n.a.lysis, really.”
”Careful, Ms. Beadsman. That was s.p.u.n.ky, in my opinion.”
”Norman, I couldn't help noticing that you're having rather more for dinner than seems completely natural. Or healthy.”
”I'd go along with that, Vigorous.”
”So I presume something is the matter.”
”Astute as always.”
”You want to know the story? I'd be happy to tell you. I think I have just enough caloric energy stored up to make it through the telling of the tale. It's short. I am monstrously fat. I am a glutton. My wife was disgusted and repulsed. She gave me six months to lose one hundred pounds. I joined Weight Watchers ... see it there, right across the street, that gaunt storefront? This afternoon was the big six-month weigh-in. So to speak. I had gained almost seventy pounds in the six months. An errant Snickers bar fell out of the cuff of my pants and rolled against my wife's foot as I stepped on the scale. The scale over there across the street is truly an ingenious device. One preprograms the desired new weight into it, and if one has achieved or gone below that new low weight, the scale bursts into recorded whistles and cheers and some lively marching-band tune. Apparently, tiny flags protrude from the top and wave mechanically back and forth. A failure-see for instance mine-results in a flatulent dirge of disappointed and contemptuous tuba. To the strains of the latter my wife left, the establishment, me, on the arm of a svelte yogurt distributor whom I am even now planning to crush, financially speaking, first thing tomorrow morning. Ms. Beadsman, you will find an eclair on the floor to the left of your chair. Could you perhaps manipulate it onto this plate with minimal chocolate loss and pa.s.s it to me.”
”Marvelous.”
”Still, though, Norman, I know you to be a highly intelligent man. Surely turbulence with the wife is no reason to eat like this. To self-destruct. A purported failure at Weight Watchers ... to h.e.l.l with Weight Watchers!”
”No, Vigorous; as usual, no. I have come to see this afternoon that Weight Watchers-and diet enterprises, diet books, diet personalities, and diet cults in general-that they are almost inconceivably deep and profound things. They have tapped into a universe-view with which I find myself in complete agreement.”
”A universe-view? Norman, I-”
”I see you're interested, Ms. Beadsman. Have I interested you?”
”Sort of.”
”No small feat, I imagine, to interest a s.p.u.n.ky, sharp-haired girl.”
”Yin and Yang, Vigorous. Yin and Yang. Self and Other.”
”Weight Watchers holds as a descriptive axiom the transparently true fact that for each of us the universe is deeply and sharply and completely divided into for example in my case, me, on one side, and everything else, on the other. This for each of us exhaustively defines the whole universe, Vigorous. The whole universe. Self and Other.”
”Sounds uncontroversial to me, Norman.”