ghost stories.â They found a tree and sat around it, but it was soon uncomfortable. They went back to the edge of the fire and sat on the ground, back to back, and leaned against each other.
âNo ghost stories? Then Iâll begin the story of my life,â Claire said.
The fish jumped still, and there were a few night birds here and there, but all sounds were either very close or far away. âI like college week-ends,â Claire began. âAnd I like week-ends like this, deliriously. I like doing nothing at all. I like boys who wear dirty old scuffed-up white buck shoes in college towns, and polo coats. I used to like fraternity parties hopelessly, but now Iâm jaded. They bore me. I like peopleânice, silly people, who do silly things in silly places. You have to know all this before you understand the story of my life,â she said parenthetically. Her voice trailed off. âBut I realize,â she said sadly, âthat I am one of the silliest people who does the silliest things in some of the most ridiculous places, like the Biltmore.â
âWell, youâre also one of the nicest,â Jimmy said.
âAhâdo you think so?â
âSentimental,â Blazer said. âYou and Claire are just alike. You think everybody should be nice and warm and wonderful and funny and amusing. And when you find out theyâre not, you canât take it. You act all hurt and bewildered.â
âI have my serious side,â Claire said. âDo you know something that worries me? Look at us! Weâre not people who have fought the wars. When the First World War was fought, we werenât even born. When the Second World War was fought, we were children. When the Korean War was fought, we were going to football week-ends at Yale and both of you were marching around campus in the R.O.T.C. Itâs all kind of an illusion with us, isnât it? Anzio Beachhead, Heartbreak Ridge ⦠theyâre just quaint romantic names. They have no real, personal meaning to us. We werenât thereâwe werenât even aware ! Weâve contributed nothing. Weâre a generation that feels the world owes us a living, just because weâre attractive.â
âNow, that is a serious thought!â Blazer said.
âOf course. Weâve never been tested. If we were given a challenge, how do we know weâd stand up! The biggest challenge weâve ever had isâwell, itâs climbing a mountain.â
âBut donât worry.â Blazer said, âweâll have wars to fight before weâre through.â
âI think we hope so, donât we? We really hope so, so that weâll have a chance to prove ourselves.â
They were silent, thinking about this.
âAnd then,â Claire said, âof course weâre idlers. We work, but only because we feel we should. Itâs expected of us. We like to think of ourselves as staunch New Englanders, with lots of Puritan spirit. But weâre just living on money that our grandfathers and great-grandfathers made. Blazer and Iâwe donât live on Blazerâs salary. The little dividend cheques come in every three months ⦠weâre just spending money somebody else had to work to make. We wonât make any fortunes of our own. Our children, or our grandchildren, will have to start all over again. There wonât be any left for them.â
âClaire feels guilty because her old manâs got millions,â Blazer said.
âI do. Why should I feel proud? I didnât do anything to make them.â
âWell, neither did he. All he did was vote the Republican ticket.â
âStill, weâre living, on the fruits of somebody elseâs work, someone we donât even understand. Jimmy, am I making any sense?â
âI know what Claire means,â he said.
âIn California, the fortunes are being made now. Here. To-day.â
âBut who wants