163Yes, he had practically saved my life. He had also practically lost it for me. I wouldn't havebeen on that damn limb except for him. I wouldn't have turned around, and so lost my balance,if he hadn't been there. I didn't need to feel any tremendous rush of gratitude toward Phineas.The Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session was a success from the start. That nightFinny began to talk abstractedly about it, as though it were a venerable, entrenched institutionof the Devon <strong>School</strong>. The half-dozen friends who were there in our room listening began tobring up small questions on details without ever quite saying that they had never heard of sucha club. <strong>School</strong>s are supposed to be catacombed with secret societies and undergroundbrotherhoods, and as far as they knew here was one which had just come to the surface. Theysigned up as "trainees" on the spot.We began to meet every night to initiate them. The Charter Members, he and I, had to openevery meeting by jumping ourselves. This was the first of the many rules which Finny createdwithout notice during the summer. I hated it. I never got inured to the jumping. At everymeeting the limb seemed higher, thinner, the deeper water harder to reach. Every time, when Igot myself into position to jump, I felt a flash of disbelief that I was doing anything so perilous.But I always jumped. Otherwise I would have lost face with Phineas, and that would have beenunthinkable.We met every night, because Finny's life was ruled by inspiration and anarchy, and so heprized a set of rules. His own, not those imposed on him by other people, such as the faculty ofthe Devon <strong>School</strong>. The Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session was a club; clubs bydefinition met regularly; we met every night. Nothing could be more regular than that. To meetonce a week seemed to him much less regular, entirely too haphazard, bordering oncarelessness.I went along; I never missed a meeting. At that time it would never have occurred to me tosay, "I don't feel like it tonight," which was the plain truth every night. I was subject to thedictates of my mind, which gave me the maneuverability of a strait jacket. "We're off, pal,"Finny would call out, and acting against every instinct of my nature, I went without a thoughtof protest.As we drifted on through the summer, with this one inflexible appointment every day—classes could be cut, meals missed, Chapel skipped—I noticed something about Finny's ownmind, which was such an opposite from mine. It wasn't completely unleashed after all. Inoticed that he did abide by certain rules, which he seemed to cast in the form ofCommandments. "Never say you are five feet nine when you are five feet eight and a half" wasthe first one I encountered. Another was, "Always say some prayers at night because it mightturn out that there is a God."
17But the one which had the most urgent influence in his life was, "You always win at sports."This "you" was collective. Everyone always won at sports. When you played a game you won,in the same way as when you sat down to a meal you ate it. It inevitably and naturallyfollowed. Finny never permitted himself to realize that when you won they lost. That wouldhave destroyed the perfect beauty which was sport. Nothing bad ever happened in sports; theywere the absolute good.He was disgusted with that summer's athletic program—a little tennis, some swimming,clumsy softball games, badminton. "Badminton!" he exploded the day it entered the schedule.He said nothing else, but the shocked, outraged, despairing note of anguish in the word said allthe rest. "Badminton!""At least it's not as bad as the seniors," I said, handing him the fragile racquet and the feyshuttlecock. "They're doing calisthenics.""What are they trying to do?" He swatted the shuttlecock the length of the locker room."Destroy us?" Humor infiltrated the outrage in his voice, which meant that he was thinking of away out.We went outside into the cordial afternoon sunshine. The playing fields were optimisticallygreen and empty before us. The tennis courts were full. The softball diamond was busy. Apattern of badminton nets swayed sensually in the breeze. Finny eyed them with quietastonishment. Far down the fields toward the river there was a wooden tower about ten feethigh where the instructor had stood to direct the senior calisthenics. It was empty now. Theseniors had been trotted off to the improvised obstacle course in the woods, or to have theirblood pressure taken again, or to undergo an insidious exercise in The Cage which consisted instepping up on a box and down again in rapid rhythm for five minutes. They were offsomewhere, shaping up for the war. All of the fields were ours.Finny began to walk slowly in the direction of the tower. Perhaps he was thinking that wemight carry it the rest of the way to the river and throw it in; perhaps he was just interested inlooking at it, as he was in everything. Whatever he thought, he forgot it when we reached thetower. Beside it someone had left a large and heavy leather-covered ball, a medicine ball.He picked it up. "Now this, you see, is everything in the world you need for sports. Whenthey discovered the circle they created sports. As for this thing," embracing the medicine ballin his left arm he held up the shuttlecock, contaminated, in his outstretched right, "this idiottickler, the only thing it's good for is eeny-meeny-miney-mo." He dropped the ball andproceeded to pick the feathers out of the shuttlecock, distastefully, as though removing ticksfrom a dog. The remaining rubber plug he then threw out of sight down the field, with a singlelunge ending in a powerful downward thrust of his wrist. Badminton was gone.He stood balancing the medicine ball, enjoying the feel of it. "All you really need is a roundball."Although he was rarely conscious of it, Phineas was always being watched, like the weather.
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