Harry seemed very excited about something, but underneath his excitement was the sleepy contentment I remembered from high school. I havent any right to relax, he said. Everybody in the whole damn industry is relaxing. If I relax, down comes the roof. Ten thousand men out of jobs. He seized my arm. Count their families, and youve got a city the size of Terre Haute hanging by a thread.
I dont understand, I said. Why are they hanging by a thread.
The industry! said Harry.
What industry? I asked.
The catchup industry, said Celeste.
Harry looked at me. What do you call it? Catchup? Ketchup? Catsup?
I guess I call it different things at different times, I said.
Harry slammed his hand down on the coffee table. Theres the story of the catchup-ketchup-catsup industry in a nutshell! They cant even get together on how to spell the name of the product. If we cant even hang together that much, he said, well all hang separately. Does one automobile manufacture call automobiles applemobiles, and another one axlemobiles, and another one urblemowheels?
Nope, I said.
You bet they dont, said Harry. [. . .]
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Good night, Celeste, I said. Im glad youre such a success. How could you miss with that face, that voice, and the name Celeste Divine? You didnt have to change a thing, did you?
Its just the opposite with catchup, said Harry. The original catchup wasnt anything like what we call catchup or ketchup or catsup. The original stuff was made out of mushrooms, walnuts, and a lot of other things. It all started in Malaya. Catchup means taste in Malaya. Not many people know that.
I certainly didnt, I said. Well, good night.
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Ive often wondered, I said, how the original catchup would go over in this countrymade the way they make it in Malaya.
A moment before, Mr. Bunting had been a sour old man, morbidly tidying his life. Now he was radiant. You know catchup? he said.
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Mr. Buntings face clouded over with sadness. I and my father, he said hoarsely, and my fathers father made the finest catchup this world has ever known. Never once did we cut corters on quality. He gave an anguished sigh. Im sorry I sold out! he said. Theres a tragedy for someone to write: A man sells something priceless for a price he cant resist.
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[And I want to put in from Who is he? on the bottom of page 178 to the end of the story on page 182. Could actually try scanning. Long live catsup. If you want to learn about thixotropy, you have to read it. You could even type it for me.
Pages 173-174, 178, 179.