He fingered the side of the cot for a... He fingered the side of the cot for a momentSurmounting his embarrassment, he blurted, "Hey, what is it like, havin' a kid?"
Goldstein debated for a moment, as if to give the definitive answer He had been about to say "nochis "But there's a lot of heartaches in it tooYou worry about them a lot, and of course there are the economic difficulties Gallagher nodded his head in agreement
Goldstein went on talkingHe had some constraint, for Gallagher was the man he had hated most in the platoonThe warmth and friendliness he felt toward him now were perplexingGoldstein was self-conscious when he saw himself as a Jew talking to a Gentile; then every action, every word, was dictated to
gucci purses a great extent by his desire to make a good impressionAlthough he was gratified when people liked him, part of his satisfaction came from the idea that they were liking a JewAnd so he tried to say only the things that would please Gallagher
Yet in talking about his family, Goldstein experienced once more an automatic sense of loss and longingWistful images of the beatitudes of married life drifted in his headHe remembered a night when his wife and he had giggled together in the darkness and listened to the quaint pompous snoring of their baby"Children are what makes life worth while," he said sincerely
Martinez realized with a start that he was a father tooHe remembered
chanel quilted handbag Rosalie's pregnancy for the first time in yearsSeven years now? Eight years? He had lost countGoddam, he said to himselfOnce he had been free of the girl he had remembered her only as a source of trouble and worry
The fact that he had begotten a child made him vainGoddam, I'm okay, he said to himselfHe felt like laughingMartinez make a kid and run awayIt gave him a malicious glee, as though he were a child tormenting a dogWhat the hell she do with it? Knock her upGoddam! His vanity swelled like a bloated bellyHe mused with na?ve delight about his potency, his attraction for womenThat the child was illegitimate increased his self-esteem; somehow it made his role more extravagant, of
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He felt a tolerant, almost condescending affection for GoldsteinBefore this afternoon he had been a little afraid of him and quite uneasyThey had had an argument one day and Goldstein had disagreed with himWhenever that happened, Martinez would react inevitably like a frightened schoolboy reprimanded by his teacherThere had never been a time when he was comfortable as a sergeantBut now he had been bathed in Goldstein's affection; he no longer felt Goldstein had despised him that dayGoldstein, he is okay, Martinez said to himself
He became conscious of the vibration of the boat, its slow pitching advance through the swellsIt was almost dark now, and he yawned and
black chanel handbags curled his body down farther beneath the ponchoHe was slightly hungryLazily, he debated whether to open a ration or merely to lie stillHe thought of the patrol, and the quick fear it roused made him alert againHe expelled his breathNo think about it, no think about it, he repeated to himself
He became conscious abruptly that Gallagher and Goldstein were no longer talkingHe looked up, and saw nearly all the men in the boat standing on their cots or chinning themselves on the starboard bulkhead"What're they lookin' at?" Gallagher asked
"It's the sunset, I think," Goldstein said
"Sunset?" Martinez gazed at the sky above himIt was almost black, clotted with ugly leaden rain
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