Chapter 14
In the rec-tent, after a cup of hot chocolate, Candy and great Grindle sat talking. He sat on the edge of the ping-pong table, and she sat at his feet.
"What stage of spiritual advancement are you in at present?" he asked the girl.
"Gosh, I have no idea," she said.
"Ah, yes, the heart knows," he said. "And the heart knows best."
"I think I'm in an early stage of some sort," said the girl with perfect candor.
"There are six stages along the mystic path," said great Grindle, "and you are in one of them or another, at all times. Now your first stage is this: to have read a large number of books on the various religions and philosophies, and to have listened to many learned doctors profess the different doctrines-and then to experiment seriously yourself with a number of doctrines."
"That's only the first stage?" asked Candy, hardly able to believe it.
"Yes, the path is arduous, you see. Many take it; few arrive."
"What is the second stage?"
"The second stage is to choose one doctrine from among the many one has studies and discard the others, as the eagle carries off only one sheep from the flock."
"Gosh," said Candy.
"Then does the path become truly arduous. The third stage is to remain in a lowly condition, humble in one's demeanor, not seeking to be conspicuous or important in the eye of the world, but behind apparent insignificance, to let one's mind soar above all worldly power and glory."
"And then?"
"Then you must attain the fourth stage: indifference to all. Behaving like the dog or the pig which eat what chance brings them. Not making any choice among the things one meets. Abstaining from effort to acquire or avoid anything. Accepting with equal indifference whatever comes: riches or poverty, praise or contempt. Giving up the distinction between virtue and vice, honourable and shameful, good and evil. Neither repenting nor rejoicing over what one may have done in the past."
Candy was enjoying it immensely. She settled herself more comfortably.
"Then what?" she asked, wide-eyed and lovely.
"Then do you attain to your fifth stage," said great Grindle, "there to consider with perfect equanimity and detachment the conflicting opinions and the various manifestations of the activity of beings. To understand that such is the nature of things, the inevitable mode of action of each... and to remain always serene. To look at the world as a man standing on the highest mountain of the country looks at the valleys and lesser summits spread out below him. That is your fifth stage."
"Good Grief," said Candy.
"Yes, the mystic path is an arduous path, you see; many depart, few arrive."
"What on earth is the sixth stage?" the girl wanted to know.
"The sixth stage cannot be described in words, unfortunately. It corresponds to the realization of the void, which, in Lamaist terminology, means the Inexpressible Reality."
"I don't get it," said Candy.
"Well," said great Grindle, "one must understand here the realization of the non-existence of a permanent ego. This is your great Tibetan formula: 'The person is devoid of self; all things are devoid of self.' "
"And that's the end?" said Candy after a moment.
"Yes, for all practical purposes it is. There is a seventh stage, physically, of suspended animation. But that need not concern us here."
"Suspended animation!" cried Candy, as though that pleased her more than the rest.
Great Grindle nodded, and the girl gave him a searching look, wondering indeed if he were not capable of this feat himself.
"Gosh, I'd love to be able to do that," she admitted at last.
"The path is arduous," said Grindle.
"And how!" said Candy.
"Well, what do you say? Will you walk the mystic path? Already you have good spiritual advancement."
"Well, I would like to try," she said, "what do we do first?"
"First you must have a good guru, a spiritual teacher, to train you."
"And you..." Candy began.
"I shall be your guru."
"Oh that's wonderful," said the girl; she was doubly pleased and stood up as though to kiss great Grindle; but he was quick to reassert a more formal tone.
"First," he said, "there is the problem of mental discipline and the basic yoga exercises."
He drew out a bead necklace from his pocket, not unlike a rosary-chain, with the beads arranged along it in varying groups, and he placed this around Candy's neck, the girl arching her slender throat graciously to receive it. Then he explained how she was to practice her yoga breathing patterns by feeling the different groupings of beads along the necklace.
Next came instruction in the famous exercise of "opposing thumbs," then the secret of "standing sleep," whereby the successful practitioner can receive the physical benefit of 14 hours' uninterrupted sleep in only two or three minutes while standing with his head pressing firmly into a stone which he has placed against the wall.
"Now, perhaps your most important yoga exercise," said great Grindle, with extreme seriousness, "is your Exercise Number Four, for it is the true key to Infinite Oneness-I speak, of course, of the Cosmic Rhythm, which you must achieve to be in harmony with all things, and to find Nirvana. Now, relax your body, and let it follow the movements which the pressure of my hands on it suggests."
So saying, he placed his hands on Candy's slim, rounded hips and begin to rotate them slowly, back and forth, in a smooth undulating motion.
"Just so," he said, stepping back to watch her performance, "yes, very good."
The movement, in any other than a mystical context, would have seemed suggestively sexual, and perhaps even obscene; Candy was aware of this and her lovely face went crimson for an instant, but she crossly blamed herself for making the association and attributed it to her own impure and undeveloped spirit.
While she was practising Exercise Number Four, and Grindle was directing her, causing her by command to vary the tempo of her gyrations, the dark-haired girl, who had suggested the little green-handle pick to Candy earlier, appeared in the tent doorway and stood watching for a moment, at no pains to conceal the disapproval she felt.
"Very pretty," she said, after a moment, and with stinging bitterness.
Candy, so intent on mastering the exercise, had not noticed the girl's arrival, and was slightly taken aback by the sudden sound of her voice, as indeed was great Grindle himself, completely absorbed in seeing that the execution was correct. At the girl's words, he gave a bellow of rage, wheeled and rushed against her with clenched fists, as she, in turn, fled hurriedly from the tent.
"He pretends he's a weirdie," she cried in retreat, "but he's just trying to get into your little sugar-scoop!" But her voice trailed away, almost unheard in the darkness beyond the tent.
"That cheap Philistine!" said Grindle in genuine annoyance as he came back to Candy. "What she needs is a horse-whipping!"
Candy was impressed by his show of heat and impatience at this interruption, and was pleasingly flattered that he had such an interest in her progress with the exercises. Certainly too she was keen to get on with her mastery of them and to achieve some real advancement along the mystical path. She tried to divert his annoyance by doubling her zeal in practicising.
"Yes!" said Grindle, "excellent! Now then, our next..." but he stopped short and put his great head sideways in an attitude of listening.
"Hark!" he said.
Then Candy heard it too, a faint whistling, very near the rec-tent.
"Wait here," said Grindle as he got off the ping-pong table and went to the door of the tent. "That is your next exercise: wait here and think of nothing."
"Right!" said Candy.
Grindle went out the door into the night, and Candy tried to make her mind a blank, but she was too excited for the moment to do so. She thought if she went to the tent-door and looked up into the dark sky, she would be able to do it. "Unless there are stars!" she said half-aloud,
and she walked to the tent-door and looked out at the sky. As she did, however, she could not help but catch a glimpse of great Grindle, standing in the shadows, at the unloading ramp, standing near the same rail-cart into which she herself had earlier placed her small diggings of coal. He was talking in a low voice to two men there, and one of them seemed to be giving him something-money, it appeared to be, from the deliberate way he was handing it over, little by little, as though counting it out, and rather furtively too. Then the two men began quietly pushing the rail-cart, down the track and away. Evidently Grindle had just sold a cart of the Cracker coal.
This realization came as a shock to Candy, and she drew away from the door and lowered her head to pout prettily, not raising it when Grindle re-entered the tent seconds later. He was rubbing his hands together briskly-in a manner actually suggesting the accomplishment Candy knew of already, to her repulsion and horror.
"Well!" said Grindle with great gusto. "Now then! Where was I?"
"You were," said the girl with cutting hauteur, "at the point of selling a cart-load of Cracker coal!" And she burst into tears, covering her face and rushing to one corner of the tent.
"How could you?" she cried, really broke-hearted, "how could you?"
Surprisingly, great Grindle did not seem taken aback by this accusation, but only slightly annoyed at her outburst, and the sound of her crying, which he seemed to find unpleasant.
"That!" he said, waving his hand and frowning with impatience. "That was nothing-a mere material transaction. Of no significance whatever."
"But why did you take the money?" the girl demanded, raising her lovely tear-glittering face for a moment to show the hurt and betrayal she felt. "Mr. Uspy wouldn't have taken it!" she cried, "... he said it was all a dream, and so did you! He wouldn't have taken it, and he's only your secretary! I think it's awful!" And she hid her face again, sobbing terribly.
"What did he say it was?" asked Grindle, coming near her.
"A dream!" whimpered the girl in a child's voice, "... he said it was all a dream, and so did you!"
"Of course it is a dream," said Grindle, placing a hand on Candy's shoulder, "all reality..." his hand described an arc, searching for the word, "... is mre appearance, illusion. A dream, certainly."
"But why do you have to have money in a dream?" the girl wanted to know, tearful as ever.
"Ah!" said Grindle, his fingers toying the back of her sweet left ear, "it is a dream, yes-but we make it a pleasant dream, not a... a cauchemar!"
"But you're making it a cauchemar for the Crackers," said Candy, "selling their coal like that-it's... it's like stealing!" The last word and the host of implications it held, caused her to sob anew, oblivious, it seemed, to the lavish caresses along her neck and spine, with which Grindle was trying to soothe her.
"Let me ask you this..." said Grindle, "who are the happiest people in our world? Who besides, of course, those well advanced on the mystical path are happiest? Is it not those who create? Of course! It is the artist. It is the artist who is self-sufficient and happiest in our world. Yes! But the great art comes from those who have suffered-history will bear me out!" In his discourse, he had abandoned the girl for the moment and was pacing about the tent; this
may have been what caused her now to raise her eyes like two saucers and stare after him, somewhat longingly it seemed.
"History will bear me out," he repeated, "it is the deprived cultures who have produced the greatest number of artist; thus have we, here tonight, struck a blow for all that is fine and good in the dreamworld! Art! The danger, of course, is that these Crackers are on the primary level of participation in the privation-experience, namely that of shoddy masochism! However, in any case it makes no difference." Candy was watching him wide-eyed and he returned to where she was standing in the corner of the tent. This had the effct of relieving her anxiety in one way, but made her renew her tears just the same.
"Oh I don't know," she said, hiding her face, "it just seems so... so shoddy, taking the money like that."
"Shoddy!" said Grindle. "Twenty dollars I got for it... what's shoddy about that?" He took the bills out of his pocket and stared at them. "Look," he said, holding the money toward her.
"No, no," said Candy, shaking her head blindly.
"Very well," said Grindle, "then I shall... shall eat it." And he made an abrupt movement of his hand to his mouth, pretending to put the money in, though actually adroitly palming it instead.
"Oh no, don't!" cried Candy, raising her eyes and touching his arm in real concern.
"Too late! Too late!" said Grindle, chewing vigorously, "I'm eating it! I'm eating it! Down it goes!" He pretended to swallow mightily. "There!" he said, "all gone!"
This left Candy with a tremendous feeling of responsibility for the loss.
"Oh I don't know what to say," she cried, squeezing his arm.
"It doesn't matter," said Grindle, as he surreptitiously pocketed the loot; he lowered his head, looking almost sheepish. "It was just... just that I wanted to... to buy something pretty for you," he said, and he allowed a tear to form in his eye and to slowly course down his heavy jowl.
"What?" said the girl, too amazed. "Oh my darling," she said, putting her arms around him, "my precious baby," and she stroked and fondled him feverishly to bring comfort, drawing his great head down to her shoulder and rocking it there like a big strange infant.
They were standing like this then, with Grindle letting his massive head slide down the front of the girl's shift, cleverly manipulating his huge cleft chin to undo the buttons of it, when four or five young people came into the tent.
"Break it up, you Crackers!" said one of the boys jovially. "We're going to have a campfire song! Come on, join the gang!" And they were soon gathered around the two, hustling them along outside for some group fun.
Round the blazing campfire, the young people's voices lifted in the rousing Cracker song:
"Quack! Quack! Quack!" they were shouting.
No sooner had Candy and Grindle, escorted by the others, joined the group, than Grindle drew the girl aside into the shadows.
"More important work awaits us," he said, inadvertently, or so it seemed, touching her crotch for a moment. "Come."
So saying, he took her hand and led the way, along the rocky path and down the bramble- bush hill to a stream there at the bottom, which they followed then, curving around the hill and the Cracker camp above.
Candy ran alongside the stream, lifting her skirt a bit, terribly excited by the wild moonlit aspect of the countryside and overjoyed at this sort of informal outing she and Grindle were having-so unlike anything she had ever done with Daddy.
Round a bend, and they came to a shimmering pool, and behind it, a grotto, or water-cave, the mouth of it dark against the silver water.
"Oh, how lovely," cried the girl, clasping her hands together at her breast, as though the sight were so lovely indeed that it gave her a pang there.
"Come," said Grindle, taking her hand again, "we must go inside."
They had to walk through a foot or so of water to reach the mouth of the grotto, which Candy did with little squeals and shrieks of pure delight: then they were inside, and Grindle lit a lamp that was sitting on the wide reef-ledge of the grotto. With this soft yellow light and the moon coming in through the mouth, the already interesting interior, its cavernous roof spidered with stalactite formations and glints of quartz, took on a quite remarkable beauty. Blue-green moss and richest fern grew in abundance along the walls and on the ledge itself, forming a veritable carpet there, the thickness, almost, of a love-couch.
"The path is arduous," Grindle intoned. "This is where I give lessons."
"Oh it's just too marvelous," said Candy in a whisper, looking down now into the blue pool itself and the deep, wavering splinters of phosphorus below the surface.
Grindle, though, was watching the young girl; in this setting she was like nothing so much as a perfect nymph, or the immortal beauty Diana herself.
"It's good that you wear that simple shift," he said, matter-of-factly, "it will simplify the next lesson considerably."
"Are we really to have another mystical lesson now!" exclaimed Candy in sheer delight, actually giving a little jump of joy; it was all too perfect already! And now another mystical lesson as well! She sat down eagerly on the fluffy bed of moss, arranged her skirt primly, tucking it under her precious knees, getting comfortable and making her mind ready and alert, just the way she had always done in the interesting courses at school. She had a momentary regret that she didn't have her notebook and pencil along, but she quickly dismissed this thought for the infinitely more preferable notion of Arcadia, with the students sitting around under the trees, listening to the master talk, and not taking notes but absorbing everything, everything. 'That's the pure way and the true way,' thought Candy and was extremely pleased.
"First," said Grindle, sitting down beside her, "we'll want to get out of this worldly apparel." And he began taking off his wet shoes. Then he started undoing his trousers.
"Do we have to?" asked the girl uneasily; she hadn't anticipated this and was somehow put off by the idea.
"'Put your house in order,' " quoted Grindle, "'that is the first step.' Certainly we must divest ourselves of all material concern-in both spirit and body."
"Right!" said Candy firmly, in an effort to dispel the great warm reservoir of feminine modesty she felt glowing up inside her and finally flushing her pretty face, as she slipped out of the simple garment.
"There!" she said pertly, and in an abrupt little movement that spoke well of her bravery, she put aside the simple shift, which was all she was wearing, and gave a little sigh of relief that she had actually been able to do it; and yet, even as she was sensing a certain pride and accomplishment in the feat, her sweet face flushed maidenly rose as, under Grindle's gaze, she felt her smart little nipples tauten and distend, as though they, alerted now, had a life quite their own.
"Good!" said Grindle. "Now then, lace your fingers together, in the yoga manner, and place them behind your head. Yes, just so. Now then, lie back on the mossy bed."
"Oh gosh," said Candy, feeling apprehensive, and as she obediently lay back, she raised one of her handsome thighs slightly, turning it inward, pressed against the other, in a charmingly coy effort to conceal her marvelous little spice-box.
"No, no," said Grindle, coming forward to make adjustments, "legs well apart."
At his touch, the darling girl started in fright and diffidence, but Grindle was quick to reassure her.
"I'm a doctor of the soul," he said coldly; "I am certainly not interested in that silly little body of yours-it is the spirit that concerns us here. Now is that understood?"
"Yes," answered the girl meekly, lying very still now and allowing him to adjust her limbs, just so, well apart, and turned out slightly.
"Eyes closed," said Grindle firmly, and when Candy had obeyed, he sat back and surveyed the whole.
"Good!" he said at last. "Now then. This lesson will be devoted to the transcendence of the bodily senses. Under my guidance you shall achieve the ability to master all bodily feeling. Is that clear?"
"Yes," whispered the closed-eyed girl. She was greatly reassured by Grindle's tone, which was like that of an instructor in logic, but she was still flushing and somewhat annoyed with the way her pert little nips kept pulsing and pouting. 'Those bad little smart alecks!' she thought crossly to herself.
Great Grindle leaned forward with outstretched fingers and allowed them to play idly across the golden melon of the girl's budding tummy. She moved a bit and even gave a little nervous laugh.
"Now, now," said Grindle sharply, "you're not a child! Try to be serious! The mystic path is not an easy one-many take it, few arrive."
Under this admonishment the girl sobered quickly enough and tried to order her thoughts.
"Now this is a so-called 'erogenous zone,' " explained Grindle, gingerly taking one of her perfect little nipples which did so seem to be begging for attention between his thumb and forefinger, turning it gently back and forth.
"I'll say," the girl agreed, squirming despite her efforts to be serious.
"Yes," said Grindle, nodding sagely, "and this too, of course," taking the other one now, giving it a series of fondling tweaks, while the girl stirred uneasily.
"Now then," said Grindle, abandoning the nipples for the moment, leaving them there, like two tiny heads, craning up eagerly, and allowing his hands to caress slowly down the wondrous arch of Candy's delightful body, down the sides, along the hips and over the inner
thighs to converge in the golden down, beneath which the fabulous lamp-pit was sweetening itself.
"Oh gosh," the girl murmured, as Grindle carefully turned back the rose-petal labes and revealed, in all its tiny splendor, the magnificent little jewel, the pink pearl clit, shimmering, it seemed, in absurdly delicious readiness.
"This is another of these so-called 'erogenous zones,' " announced Grindle contemptously, addressing the perfect thing with his finger, giving it several gentle flicks.
"And how," Candy was quick to agree, fidgeting now in spite of her attempts at control.
Great Grindle applied himself to massaging the clit adroitly.
"... Goodness," said the girl in soft fretfulness, "... I didn't know it was going to be like this."
"Yes, you must master these feelings," said Grindle easily. "One who is not master of his feelings is not master of his house-he is like the reed, tossed on the waves of chance. Tell me, how does it feel now?"
The lovely girl's great eyelids were fluttering.
"Oh, it's all tingling and everything," she admitted despairingly.
"First," said Grindle, continuing the massage, "you will learn transcendence of the senses, and in that way will you soar above all sensory concern; next you will learn control of the senses, whereby you may come at will-instantaneous orgasm, untouched, at my command."
He stopped the massage and raised himself to his knees.
"Open your eyes," he said, "I will show you an example of such control. You will notice that I have caused my member to become stout and rigid-as though it were in 'erection.' "
It was true, as the girl saw soon enough-Grindle close at hand displaying his taut member, and she flushed terribly and averted her eyes.
"No, no," said Grindle, raising her demure chin with his hand, "do not allow your vulgar sexual or material associations to bear upon the matter-it is a demonstration of perfect sensory control. I have merely willed the member to become stout and rigid. It resembles the so-called erection, does it not? In the sixth stage, one masters all such muscular control, even that which is most involuntary-thus can one, by the will of the advanced intellect, achieve what was theretofore a secret of nature. Regard how I have willed my member: no base or material desire is connected with it, yet it resembles the so-called sexual erection. Does it not?"
The sweet girl nodded shyly, scarcely able to look.
"Yes. Touch it," said Grindle, "you will see for yourself."
He took her hand and encouraged it forward, and she touched it lightly. Being able to regard it now not as an object of lust, but as a demonstration of spiritual advancement, made it a thing of interest to the young girl and she examined it curiously, touching it here and there, still with a certain reserve because of her past fearful associations-which she knew though, to be sure, were her own fault.
"You can squeeze it if you like," prompted Grindle, "... yes, do."
Candy squeezed the swollen member interestedly in her delicate grasp, and what appeared to be a drop of semen formed on the end.
"There!" said Grindle, in a manner of triumph, "see that drop-that's an example of glandular mastery as well! It is extremely rare. The late Rama Krishna approximated it, but did not fully achieve it in the end. I have willed the intricate chemistry and secretion of the fluid."
"Gosh," said Candy, raising her beautiful eyes to the great man, her face radiant now in frank reverence.
"Now resume the basic yoga position," said Grindle, "and I will continue with the instruction."
Candy lay back again with a sigh, closed-eyed, hands joined behind her head, and Grindle resumed his fondling of her sweet-dripping little fur-pie.
"Does the tingling sensation you referred to before continue and increase?" he asked after a moment or so.
"... I'm afraid so," said the girl, sadly, panting a little.
"And do you experience feelings of creamy warmth and a great yielding sensation?" demanded Grindle.
"Yes," Candy sighed, thinking he was surely psychic.
"Now I'm going to put this member into you," said Grindle judiciously, "and in that way can the sensation of the so-called 'sexual act' be approximated and surveyed to advantage."
"Oh gosh," said Candy, in real disquiet, unable, despite her efforts, to shake off all the old associations it had for her, "... do we really have to?" And, almost in reflex, she drew her marvelous thighs a bit closer together.
"Never mind your crass and absurdly cheap philistine materialist associations with it," said Grindle crossly, as he adjusted her legs again and ranged himself just above her. "Put those from your mind-concentrate on your Exercise Number Four, for always remember that we must bring all our mystical knowledge to converge on the issue at hand-even as does the tiger his strength, cunning, and speed."
"Now I am inserting the member," he explained, as he parted the tender lips of the pink honey-pot and allowed his stout member to be drawn slowly into the seething thermal pudding of the darling girl.
"... Oh my goodness," said Candy, squirming her lithe and supple body slightly, though remaining obediently closed-eyed and with her hands clasped tightly behind her head.
"Now I shall remove the member," said Grindle, "... not all the way, but just so, there, and in again. You see? And again, so. I will repeat this, several times-while you do your Exercise Number Four."
"... gosh," said Candy, swallowing nervously, "... I don't think I can concentrate on it now."
"Oh yes," said Grindle, encouraging her hips with his hands, setting them into the motion of the Cosmic Rhythm Exercise she had practised earlier in the rec-tent. And when she had satisfactorily achieved the motion, Grindle said: "Now this, you see, approximates the so- called 'sexual act.' "
"I know it," said Candy fretfully, greatly distracted by the thought.
"I shall presently demonstrate still another mastery of glandular functions," claimed great Grindle, "that of the so-called orgasm, or ejaculation."
"Oh please," said the adorable girl, actually alarmed, "not... not inside me.... I... I..."
"Don't be absurd," said Grindle, breathing heavily, "naturally, in willing the chemistry of the semen, I would eliminate the impregnating agent, spermatozoa, as a constituent-for it would be of no use to our purposes here you see."
"Now then," he continued after a moment, "tell me if this does not almost exactly resemble the philistine 'orgasm'?"
"...Oh gosh," murmured the darling closed-eyed girl, biting her lip as the burning member began to throb and spurt inside her, in a hot, ravaging flood of her precious little honey- cloister whose bleating pink-sugar walls cloyed and writhed as though alive with a thousand tiny insatiable tongues, "...and how!"