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CHAPTER 15 - раздел История, Эрик Сигл. История любви We Finished In That Order. I Mean, E...

We finished in that order.

I mean, Erwin, Bella and myself were the top three in the Law School

graduating class. The time for triumph was at hand. Job interviews. Offers.

Pleas. Snow jobs. Everywhere I turned somebody seemed to be waving a flag

that read: "Work for us, Barrett!"

But I followed only the green flags. I mean, I wasn't totally crass,

but I eliminated the prestige alternatives, like clerking for a judge, and

the public service alternatives, like Department of Justice, in favor of a

lucrative job that would get the dirty word "scrounge" out of our goddamn

vocabulary.

Third though I was, I enjoyed one inestimable ad-

vantage in competing for the best legal spots. I was the only guy in

the top ten who wasn't Jewish. (And anyone who says it doesn't matter is

full of it.) Christ, there are dozens of firms who will kiss the ass of a

WASP who can merely pass the bar. Consider the case of yours truly: Law

Review, All-Ivy, Harvard and you know what else. Hordes of people were

fighting to get my name and numeral onto their stationery. I felt like a

bonus baby-and I loved every minute of it.

There was one especially intriguing offer from a firm in Los Angeles.

The recruiter, Mr. (why risk a lawsuit?), kept telling me:

"Barrett baby, in our territory we get it all the time. Day and night.

I mean, we can even have it sent up to the office!"

Not that we were interested in California, but I'd still like to know

precisely what Mr. was discussing. Jenny and I came up with some pretty wild

possibilities, but for L.A. they probably weren't wild enough. (I finally

had to get Mr. off my back by telling him that I really didn't care for "it"

at all. He was crestfallen.)

Actually, we had made up our minds to stay on the East Coast. As it

turned out, we still had dozens of fantastic offers from Boston, New York

and Washington. Jenny at one time thought D.C. might be good ("You could

check out the White House, Ol"), but I leaned toward New York. And so, with

my wife's blessing, I finally said yes to the firm of Jonas and Marsh, a

prestigious office (Marsh was a former Attorney General) that was very

civil-liberties oriented ("You can do good and make good at once," said

Jenny). Also, they really snowed me. I mean, old man Jonas came up to

Boston, took us to dinner at Pier Four and sent Jenny flowers the next day.

Jenny went around for a week sort of singing a jingle that went "Jonas,

Marsh and Barrett." I told her not so fast and she told me to go screw

because I was probably singing the same tune in my head. I don't have to

tell you she was right.

Allow me to mention, however, that Jonas and Marsh paid Oliver Barrett

IV $11 ,8oo, the absolute highest salary received by any member of our

graduating class.

So you see I was only third academically.

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Chapter 1
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles

CHAPTER 2
Oliver Barrett IV Ipswich, Mass. Age 20 Major: Social Studies Dean's List: '6

CHAPTER 3
I got hurt in the Cornell game. It was my own fault, really. At a heated juncture, I made the unfortunate error of referring to their center as a &

CHAPTER 4
"Jenny's on the downstairs phone." This information was announced to me by the girl on bells, although I had not identified myself or my

CHAPTER 5
I would like to say a word about our physical relationship. For a strangely long while there wasn't any. I mean, there wasn't anything more signifi

CHAPTER 6
I love Ray Stratton. He may not be a genius or a great football player (kind of slow at the snap), but he was always a good roommate and loyal frie

CHAPTER 7
Ipswich, Mass., is some forty minutes from the Mystic River Bridge, depending on the weather and how you drive. I have actually made it on occasion

CHAPTER 8
"Jenny, it's not Secretary of State, after all!" We were finally driving back to Cambridge, thank God. "Still, Oliver, you could have been more enth

CHAPTER 9
There remained the matter of Cranston, Rhode Island, a city slightly more to the south of Boston than Ipswich is to the north. After the debacle of introducing Jen

CHAPTER 10
Mr. William F. Thompson, Associate Dean of the Harvard Law School, could not believe his ears. "Did I hear you right, Mr. Barrett?" "Yes

CHAPTER 11
Jennifer was awarded her degree on Wednesday. All sorts of relatives from Cranston, Fall River-and even an aunt from Cleveland-flocked to Cambridge to attend the c

CHAPTER 12
If a single word can describe our daily life during those first three years, it is "scrounge." Every waking moment we were concentrating on how

CHAPTER 13
Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Barrett III request the pleasure of your company at a dinner in celebration of Mr. Barrett's sixtieth birthday Saturday,

CHAPTER 14
It was July when the letter came. It had been forwarded from Cambridge to Dennis Port, so I guess I got the news a day or so late. I charged over to where Jenny wa

CHAPTER 16
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CHAPTER 17
It is not all that easy to make a baby. I mean, there is a certain irony involved when guys who spend the first years of their sex lives preoccupie

CHAPTER 18
I began to think about God. I mean, the notion of a Supreme Being existing somewhere began to creep into my private thoughts. Not because I wanted

CHAPTER 19
Now at least I wasn't afraid to go home, I wasn't seared about "acting normal." We were once again sharing everything, even if it was the awful

CHAPTER 20
It is impossible to drive from East Sixty-third Street, Manhattan, to Boston, Massachusetts, in less than three hours and twenty minutes. Believe m

CHAPTER 21
The task of informing Phil Cavilleri fell to me. Who else? He did not go to pieces as I feared he might, but calmly closed the house in Cranston an

CHAPTER 22
Phil Cavilleri was in the solarium, smoking his nth cigarette, when I appeared. "Phil?" I said softly. "Yeah?"