“Well, see me tomorrow. We’ve taken temporary offices in the Empire
State Building. The money has begun to roll in. If this thing tonight
turns out the way I think it has, I’m going to be able to quit my other
racket for good and devote all my time to Cave.” Already the name Cave
had begun to sound more like that of an institution than of a man.
“By the way, I want to tell you what I think of the Introduction:
superior piece of work. Tried it out on several highbrow friends of
mine and they liked it.”
“I’m afraid....”
“That, together with the talks on television, should put this thing
over with the biggest bang in years. We’ll probably need some more
stuff from you, historical background, rules and regulations, that kind
of thing, but Cave will tell you what he wants. We’ve hired a dozen
people already to take care of the mail and inquiries. There’s also a
lecture tour being prepared, all the main cities, while....”
“Paul, you’re not trying to make a religion of this, are you?” I could
hold it back no longer even though both time and occasion were all
wrong for such an outburst.
“Religion? Hell, no ... but we’ve got to organize. We’ve got to get
this to as many people as we can. People have started looking to us (to
him, that is) for guidance. We can’t let them down.”
Clarissa’s maid ushered in a Western Union messenger, laden with
telegrams. “Over three hundred,” said the boy. “The station said to
send them here.”
Paul paid him jubilantly and, in the excitement, I slipped away.
3
The results of the broadcast were formidable. My small book which
until then had enjoyed the obscurity of being briefly noted among the
recent books was taken up by excited editors who used it as a basis for
hurried but exuberant accounts of the new marvel.
One night a week for the rest of that winter Cave appeared before the
shining glass eye of the world and on each occasion new millions in
all parts of the country listened and saw and pondered this unexpected
phenomenon, the creation of their own secret anxieties and doubts, a
central man.
The reactions were too numerous for me to recollect in any order or
with any precise detail; but I do recall the first few months vividly:
after that of course the work moved swiftly of its own and one lost
track of events which tended to blur, the way casualties late in a
large war do, not wringing the wearied heart as the death of one or a
particular few might earlier have done.
A few days after the first broadcast, I went to see Paul at the offices
which he had taken in the Empire State Building ... as high up as
possible, I noted with amusement: always the maximum, the optimum.
Halfway down a corridor, between lawyers and exporters, Cavite, Inc.
was discreetly identified in black upon a frosted-glass door. I went
inside.
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