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[Scene] mostly eyes and lower lip, its nose a mere pinch,
its forehead milky and domed, its pale red hair
THE COMPLIANCE wispy, no eyebrows or lashes or even eyelids I
BRANCH could see. I never saw it blink. Its features seemed
suggestions only. It had roughly as much face as
a whale does. I did not like it at all.
By David Foster Wallace, from a work in progress. On the fourth floor, in Mr. Yeagle's office, the
WaUace read thispassage at the 2006 Le Coriversazioni infant had a crib and also a modem, ingenious
festival in Italy. His last articlefar Harper's Magazine, mobile supporting and restraining device which
"Tense Present," appeared in the April 2001 issue. it spent much of its time in, a large ring- or
doughnut-shaped appurtenance of heavy blue
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Gary Yeagle (whose wife, J anine, was modern dits' findings was appealed, when Mr. Yeagle was,
and had a career) brought the infant in with him, so to speak, "up" as Appeals Officer; and, as luck
for which he had reportedly received special per- would have it, the appeal was of a field audit I had
mission from the Asst. Regional Commissioner's spent almost eight full working days conducting
office. At first, many a GS-6 would enter the of- at All Right Flowers, a small, family-owned S cor-
fice on some thin pretext, trying to curry favor poration specializing in the arrangement and de-
by smiling and making soft primal sounds at the livery of bouquets for public functions, a firm whose
infant and putting a finger or pencil in its field of Form 1120, Schedule A, E, and G deductions for
vision, perhaps trying to stimulate its instinct for everything from depreciation and spoilage to em-
grasping. The infant, however, would gaze at the ployee compensation were so grossly inflated that
GS-6 auditor fiercely, with a combination of in- I had been forced-despite terrible, longstanding
tensity and disdain, rather as if it were hungry and hay fever-to back-audit them for the two previ-
the GS-6 were food but not quite the right kind. ous years and to amend both their Schedule [s and
There are some small children who you can tell 1120s' Line 33s heavily in the Treasury's favor.
are going to grow up to be frightening adults; 'v And yet none of this is directly to the point, the
this infant was frightening now. It was eerie and substance of which is: Imagine my surprise and dis-
discomfiting to see something with hardly any comfiture when I had moved my briefcase, desk
bona fide human face yet to speak of neverthe- nameplate, expandable Service file of 520s and
less assume a fierce, intimidating, almost ac- 1120s, and two fat folders of return-receipts and
cusatory expression. I myself had abandoned all receipts-receipts and DIF checklists and Strategy-
ideas of ingratiating myself with Mr. Yeagle via Memo 81s into Gary Yeagle's office, and-
his infant quite early on. To be honest, I was glancing sidelong as little as possible at his forbid-
concerned that the Group Manager might be ding infant, which was still wearing its lunch bib
able to pick up my fear and dislike of the infant and standing/sitting at its circular plastic station
on some type of mysterious occult parental radar. gumming a liquid-filled ring in what I can describe
The child's presence seemed not to interfere only as a studious or contemplative way-I was just
with Mr. Yeagle's office duties, the bulk of which managing to regather my concentration in order
were administrative and required far less pure to organize a list of preliminary receipt and
concentration than his audit group's own. Once supporting-document requests from a small vendor
the post's working day began, Mr. Yeagle appeared that made and affixed tempered handles on a line
for the most part to ignore the infant, and to be of galvanized pails for Peoria's Midstate Galvanics,
ignored by it in return. Whenever I went in, try when I heard the unmistakably adult sound of a
as I might, I could not interact with the infant. The cleared throat, albeit at an extremely high pitch,
nylon papoose device hung on the coat hook next as if from an adult who had recently inhaled he-
to Mr. Yeagle's suit coat. Sometimes the office lium out of a decorative balloon. The infant is, like
smelled slightly of powder or pee. I did not know Mr. Yeagle's spouse herself, a redhead, although
when he changed the infant, or where, and avoid- in the infant's case its extreme pallor and the light-
ed visualizing what all might be involved or the yellow pajamas or jumper it wore made its fine wisps
infant's expression when this occurred. I myself and spirals of cupreous hair appear, in the light of
could not imagine touching the infant the office's overhead fluorescents, to be the color of
or being touched by it in any way. old blood, and its fierce and concentrated blue eyes
desk to signal that you and the issue that had grain and lurid-bluesurfaces and the five or six fluo-
brought you into their office now occupied their rescent feet of air between us, both our hands now
full attention, and cleared its throat again-for it identically out and clasped, the infant's gaze fierce-
had indeed been it, he, the infant, who, like any ly expectant and a small, creamy gout of mucus ap-
other Group Manager, had cleared its throat in an pearing and receding in one nostril as it breathed,
expectant way in order to get my attention and at looking at me, the cowlick at its crown like a re-
the same time in some subtle way to upbraid me for ceipt from a register's slit, its eyes lashless and with-
requiring it to do something to get my attention, as out circumference or bottom, its lips pursed as if
if I had been daydreaming or digressing mentally considering how to proceed, a bubble in its bottle of
from some issue at hand-and, gazing at me fierce- juice ascending slowly toward the bottle's top, the
ly, said-yes, said, in a high and I-deficient but un- salient nipple brown and shiny with recent use;
mistakable voice- and the moment hung there between us, borderless
"Well?" and distendant, my impulse to clear my own throat
And it is probable, in retrospect, that it was at blocked only by a fear of appearing impertinent;
first my shock, my nonplussedness at being spoken and it was in that literally endless expectant in-
to so adultly by an infant in diapers and jammies terval that I came to see that I deferred to the in-
soaked with drool, that led me so automatically to fant, respected it, granted it full authority, and
answer, to respond as I would to any expectant therefore waited, abiding, both of us in that small
"Wel1?" from a Service superior, functioning, so to and shadowless father's office, in the knowledge
speak, on autopilot: "Excuse me!" I said, as we that I was, thenceforth, this tiny white frightening
stared at each other across our respectively wood- thing's to command, its instrument or tool.
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