All the King's Men: A Play by Robert Penn Warren

Author:Robert Penn Warren [Warren, Robert Penn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Drama, Political, Fiction, Literary, American, MLT100
ISBN: 9780822200185
Google: dY5rt0f8HOAC
Amazon: B001C2E3LW
Publisher: Dramatists Play Service
Published: 1960-01-15T06:00:00+00:00

MORTIMER

P. S. I have borrowed against my insurance a good bit. On account of bad investments. But there is something left and if they know I have done what I am going to do they will no pay you.

P. S. Give my watch which was Father’s to Julian, who will respect it even if he is only a cousin.

P. S. I could do what I am going to do easier if I were not trying to get the insurance for you. I have paid for the insurance and you ought to have it.

So the poor bastard had gone to the Other Shore, where Mother and Father would dry away every tear, immediately after having instructed his sister how to defraud the insurance company. There it all was–all of Mortimer Lonzo–the confusion, weakness, piety, self-pity, small-time sharpness, vindictiveness, all of it in the neat, spidery, old-fashioned bookkeeper’s sort of hand, a little shakier than ordinary perhaps, but with all the t’s crossed and the i’s dotted.

I replaced it in the envelope and put it in my pocket. “I am going to have it photostated,” I said, “and you may have it back. I’ll have the photostat certified. But you must make a statement before a notary about you visit to Governor Stanton. And–” I went over to the table and picked up the two bills and handed them to her–”there will be another one coming to you after you make your statement. Get you hat.”

So I had it after all the months. For nothing is lost, nothing is ever lost. There is always the clue, the canceled check, the smear of lipstick, the footprint in the canna bed, the condom on the park path, the twitch in the old wound, the baby shoes dipped in bronze, the taint in the blood stream. And all times are one time, and all those dead in the past never lived before our definition gives them life, and out of the shadow their eyes implore us.

That is what all of us historical researchers believe.

And we love truth.

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