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The Sea of Dames

The Sea of Dames THE SEA OF DAMES / VAN CLEVE USUALLY GOT the best women. It was a given. It started when he and Harry Durrance and I were classmates at West Point. Harry and I would meet our Brooklyn or Bronx girls at Penn Station, but Van Cleve would usuaUy vanish for a while and show up later with some pale blonde who you could smell the money on. Some girl that would fix her icy blues on the view outside the cab window just so, and ride all insulated by her nickname and her good fur. And she'd pointedly not speak to us--or even to Van Cleve-- which never seemed to matter much to him. This would be standard for the entire night as everyone got drunker and drunker. Durrance's girl would be in her cheap rayon dress fresh from her job at a five-and-dime and my girl would have on some fierce fire-engine red lipstick that she wouldn't be allowed to wear at her bookkeeping job. They ought to name that shade of red "1940" and restrict its use to girls twenty or under, like our girls were then. Van Cleve's girl would never speak to Durrance's girl http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

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Abstract

THE SEA OF DAMES / VAN CLEVE USUALLY GOT the best women. It was a given. It started when he and Harry Durrance and I were classmates at West Point. Harry and I would meet our Brooklyn or Bronx girls at Penn Station, but Van Cleve would usuaUy vanish for a while and show up later with some pale blonde who you could smell the money on. Some girl that would fix her icy blues on the view outside the cab window just so, and ride all insulated by her nickname and her good fur. And she'd pointedly not speak to us--or even to Van Cleve-- which never seemed to matter much to him. This would be standard for the entire night as everyone got drunker and drunker. Durrance's girl would be in her cheap rayon dress fresh from her job at a five-and-dime and my girl would have on some fierce fire-engine red lipstick that she wouldn't be allowed to wear at her bookkeeping job. They ought to name that shade of red "1940" and restrict its use to girls twenty or under, like our girls were then. Van Cleve's girl would never speak to Durrance's girl

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Oct 5, 1994

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