116At the gym a platoon was undressing in the locker room. The best that could be said forthem physically was that they looked wiry in their startling sets of underwear, which were thecolor of moss.I never talked about Phineas and neither did anyone else; he was, however, present in everymoment of every day since Dr, Stanpole had told me. Finny had a vitality which could not bequenched so suddenly, even by the marrow of his bone. That was why I couldn't say anythingor listen to anything about him, because he endured so forcefully that what I had to say wouldhave seemed crazy to anyone else—I could not use the past tense, for instance—and what theyhad to say would be incomprehensible to me. During the time I was with him, Phineas createdan atmosphere in which I continued now to live, a way of sizing up the world with erratic andentirely personal reservations, letting its rocklike facts sift through and be accepted only a littleat a time, only as much as he could assimilate without a sense of chaos and loss.No one else I have ever met could do this. All others at some point found something inthemselves pitted violently against something in the world around them. With those of my yearthis point often came when they grasped the fact of the war. When they began to feel that therewas this overwhelmingly hostile thing in the world with them, then the simplicity and unity oftheir characters broke and they were not the same again.Phineas alone had escaped this. He possessed an extra vigor, a heightened confidence inhimself, a serene capacity for affection which saved him. Nothing as he was growing up athome, nothing at Devon, nothing even about the war had broken his harmonious and naturalunity. So at last I had.The parachute riggers sprinted out of the hallway toward the playing fields. From my lockerI collected my sneakers, jock strap, and gym pants and then turned away, leaving the door ajarfor the first time, forlornly open and abandoned, the locker unlocked. This was more final thanthe moment when the Headmaster handed me my diploma. My schooling was over now.I walked down the aisle past the rows of lockers, and instead of turning left toward the exitleading back to my dormitory, I turned right and followed the Army Air Force out onto theplaying fields of Devon. A high wooden platform had been erected there and on it stood abarking instructor, giving the rows of men below him calisthenics by the numbers.This kind of regimentation would fasten itself on me in a few weeks. I no longer had anyqualms about that, although I couldn't help being glad that it would not be at Devon, atanywhere like Devon, that I would have that. I had no qualms at all; in fact I could feel now thegathering, glowing sense of sureness in the face of it. I was ready for the war, now that I nolonger had any hatred to contribute to it. My fury was gone, I felt it gone, dried up at thesource, withered and lifeless. Phineas had absorbed it and taken it with him, and I was rid of itforever.The P.T. instructor's voice, like a frog's croak amplified a hundred times, blared out theArmy's numerals, "Hut! Hew! Hee! Hore!" behind me as I started back toward the dormitory,and my feet of course could not help but begin to fall involuntarily into step with that coarse,
117compelling voice, which carried to me like an air-raid siren across the fields and commons.They fell into step then, as they fell into step a few weeks later under the influence of aneven louder voice and a stronger sun. Down there I fell into step as well as my nature, Phineasfilled,would allow.I never killed anybody and I never developed an intense level of hatred for the enemy.Because my war ended before I ever put on a uniform; I was on active duty all my time atschool; I killed my enemy there.Only Phineas never was afraid, only Phineas never hated anyone. Other people experiencedthis fearful shock somewhere, this sighting of the enemy, and so began an obsessive labor ofdefense, began to parry the menace they saw facing them by developing a particular frame ofmind, "You see," their behavior toward everything and everyone proclaimed, "I am a humbleant, I am nothing, I am not worthy of this menace," or else, like Mr. Ludsbury, "How dare thisthreaten me, I am much too good for this sort of handling, I shall rise above this," or else, likeQuackenbush, strike out at it always and everywhere, or else, like Brinker, develop a carelessgeneral resentment against it, or else, like Leper, emerge from a protective cloud of vaguenessonly to meet it, the horror, face to face, just as he had always feared, and so give up thestruggle absolutely.All of them, all except Phineas, constructed at infinite cost to themselves these MaginotLines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier, this enemy who neverattacked that way—if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.
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