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Mailer On TV
Mailer On TV
COMES LIMBO
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fore dispatching him ro anorher but might be instead his own narural
field of .expiatio-i) In place of his soui expiring, or sufferin$ ;;
whole damnation norv, he might stilr be puit or i'i. o*r, karmic chain
and going through a purification of those misspent hours before
being thrown back into the contest again. Ajoke returned to his ears.
"It's a great day for the race," said the elevator operator in the acrylic
uniform in the Formica-paneled cage. "what rale?" said the passen-
ger' "The human race," said the elevator operator, and laugired his
way up the ascension.
All rvho died were guilty. In parr, ar least, they were guilty, and
conceivably they were innocent in part, and Limbo, thought Mailer,
might even be the charity to suppose that innocence, if it winted to go
back to the race, was in need of education. Limbo, on the .orrr"_
quence, took all those molal stances embedded in concrete and
wrenched them askew. In the mansion, there was that human, for in-
stance, who held the award for the most faithful church attendance
over two decades in the American Midwest; now he was pissing and
a storm at the injustice of being here. Still, he was guilty.
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Th; inhabitants were alljudged by one fine *eurrrre, Uua qfglg1qg:
4-.f 1o1*usted more of the soul's substance th-an y?-";9ql{11il": .t]r9-
exigencies of their life? since his first perception offeied hdre was that
---the most cons'mable substance of the .o.,1 *^, nothing
more than
time, that Tirre) whole and mysrerious bed of light, elJctricity, and
force, was ifr'vdted, like the true fund of the realm, in every soul, it fol-
lowed as a consequence that Time was not to be wasted but rather,
whatever the warp of one's upbringing, was to be spent, all neurotic,
psychotic, screwball, timid, stingy, spendthrift, violent, or fear-filled
habits taken into account, was still to be spent as wittily, cheerfully,
and/or bravely as possible. *-- . _--\.
That was the standard of Limbo. Time was not to be wasted.llt
came over one, even on emerging froni the first stupefying sleep (and
therefore beginning to suffer monotony, apathy, and the boredom
that comes from being out of Time), that this dreadful experience,
these appalling emptinesses of the spiritual gut that came from exist-
ing now in seamless non-dark fionlfiEi=uruts punctuated by no
breath, rvas still a course in orientation over spiritual ills. For instance,
the Midwestern churchgoer now inhabited a cell (in this penitentiary
Of theheaVent)rrcxtto C,nq sldr^s y"vrl.l'o ivurrLLvtrJr 4 rrrolr rvLvrrq+
killed three prisoners before dying himself over the twenty years of
his Lewisbuig stretch lgg the con was here for another kind of
crime-he had put in *ore min-hours watching TV than any other
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convict in the federal system. All the same, the two were installed side
by side-theii ciiines against rhe cosmos lvere apparently not dissirni-
lar. They had both was-1ed their stuff, and egregiously. The church-
goer had perperuared this by the brure srerility of his church
attendance: The complacency of his performance (that is to say, the
spiritual stagnation 1t the cenrer of his complacency) had been a po\v-
erful miasma to lay on the spirit of three young miriisters, who in suc-
cession grew old at accelerared rates looking into his professionally
empty eyes-he had certainly spoiled more of exisrence than he had
sustained. The con, in his rurn, had poisoned the livelier possibilities
of many a young rvolf and punk rvhose burgeoning shit-oriented li-
bido would someholv drain out after sauntering past that corner of
the inmates' lounge lvhere the con was ensconced by the set; consid-
ering hoiv immense was his potential violence, just so flattened had
been the prison's rec-room mood by that act of his will that chose to do
time quietly, watch TV, and get out-at which, in fact, he failed, for he
kept killing other convicts. The con's real mission in life, and he knew
it, was to outwit the guards, stifle alarm systems, and climb un-
climbable prison walls. The logics of Limbo were nor easily available,
and yet the message, as one took it through the now non-corporeal
equivalent of one's pores, was that something in the cosmos would
have prospered more if the con had climbed the wall instead oF im-
bibing TV, even as the churchgoer could have stirred beneficial forces
in the universe by catching an X-rated movie or two.
Given the iron law of such logic, Maiidiiirr" i" i".ognize that he
would have done less damage- !o- his being by going ro a church or a
temple once in a while rarher thanTnci6a66 rhe toral o_f .his..appear-
ances on television.
Incleed, it #ai this particular piece of,riroGl krrowi.dge5he was
obliged to ingest right after his emergence froni the first siupefying
sleep-out. Ir was ro recognize thar_e.v-ery-4"yll-fting,9p9.-had done to
the universe (filling our crossword puiZies one did not wish to fill, tak-
ing the Eastern Airlines shuttle when other transportation was avail-
able), every hour one had voided thereby of fresh and keen d.esire to
be used, the air around one, in consequence, suffocated by psychic
eT!-+qqt, had now to be breathed again, rhe iir bfitt. stifled past to be
swallowed, digested, suffered, and then stuffed inro the ongting bag-
gage of one's karma. This mansion of Limbo was here to bring you
face to face with those sins for which there are no lears, even as a hus-
band and wife cannot weep if they lose a potentiaily hearrfelt piece of
ass by watching TV all night; yes, this corner of Limbo (a clean and
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