Chapter 3 03

03 He went to pour the wine again. "No," he said. "I will not give up on my daughter because her mother needs someone to sleep with." "Don't be so boring, I can't stand you being so drunk and bored. I don't need someone to sleep with. I've got someone, I've got Burke, and I want to legalize it. He needs a wife, a mate, and he deserves family life. And Judy as well. If you really care about Judy, you should cooperate and agree to this decision, and don't make things difficult for us. You have enough chances to bring us back, you You never waved your hand. But when we wanted to leave, you stopped us like this. Please raise your hand."

He spilled the wine. "Are you telling me that Judy wants that bastard to be her father?" "You can ask her." "Don't worry, I'll ask. Have you really slept with him? What the hell is going on?" Randall stood by the liquor cabinet, twiddling absently with his fingers on the rim of his glass, watching as Barbara rose to his feet and searched for a cigarette.His eyes were fixed on her back, thinking how familiar he was with every part of this woman's body.And now, this woman gave her body to another man. Incomprehensible - or might as well think about it - yes, he must be drunk.The past was brought up again. This incident had caused their marriage to break up. It had been buried deep in his heart and had never been opened, but now it came uninvited.It was their last trip abroad, a night in Paris, a bad, a bad night.They lay on the bed, a large double bed with the head of the bed leaning against the wall of a luxurious hotel.He couldn't remember which hotel in Paris it was in.They lie in bed with each other, pretending to be asleep, real bedfellows.However, in the middle of the night, through the thin walls of the hotel, voices from the next bedroom came.It was a pair of men and women who were tender and affectionate, and their specific words could not be heard clearly.After a while, I heard the sound of the double bed, the woman's moans and screams, and the man's satisfied panting, these sounds were mixed together.Every sound is extremely happy, extremely satisfied, and the rhythm is very fast.

He was lying on the bed, listening, every sound was like a sharp sword piercing Randall's heart.At this moment, he hated this pair of men and women, and at the same time envied them very much.Although Barbara was lying beside him, it could not arouse his desire at all, and he knew that Barbara was also listening to every sound in the dark.Neither of them moved.Voices from next door mocked their cold bodies and emphasized their empty years.Randall hated the woman next to him, the couple next door, and even more his own incompetence.He wanted to leave the bed, Barbara's body, and the love next door.But he can't, he can only wait.The calm was all the more unbearable when the last moan and gasp died away and everything finally returned to calm.

From that night on, he knew their marriage was in the grave.Before he fell asleep, what dominated his mind was the emptiness of their marriage and the possibility of sustaining their life together.That night, he knew they were hopeless.From then on, he would never be able to make out with the body lying next to him on the bed.Perhaps, he can deceive all this.Perhaps, he can imitate love.But he cannot love her naturally, or even need her naturally.Their relationship was hopeless, and she certainly knew it.That night, before falling asleep, he realized that this was all over—quickly—but he wanted her to ask the question.A few months later, she moved out of their apartment in New York, took Judy, and went to live in San Francisco.

He watched her blankly walking up and down the room, smoking incessantly, shaking his head and sighing, avoiding her gaze.He stared at the outline of the thighs exposed on the skirt, without taking off her skirt, Randall knew the flesh inside her clothes, she was thin, with protruding bones, and there was no sexiness at all.But how could the man named Burke fall in love with her, and how did she arouse his sexual desire?Clearly, he was aroused.Weird, really weird. He staggered away from the wine cabinet and walked towards her.She stared straight at him. She argued: "Steve, for the last time, agree to a divorce and let's get back together. You don't need me anymore, it's entirely up to you. Why don't you set me free like a civilized person, without a little The hindrance? Why did you tie me up? Judy is not alone after the divorce, and you can visit her whenever you like. I can assure you. What is it that bothers you? It must be something else. Yes Is it because of the outcome? Is it because you dare not face your failure? Or is it because of something?"

"It's for Judy. Nothing else." Stop talking nonsense.Simply because I don't want that man, a stranger, to take my daughter away.This is my decision.That's it, at least until she's 21.You can't get a divorce just yet, that's all.He hesitated. "Maybe you and I—we—maybe we can discuss it and there will be a better plan." "No, Steve, I don't need to discuss anything with you anymore, I just need to divorce you." "Well, you won't succeed." He wanted to go, but she suddenly grabbed his arm and turned him to face her. "Okay, okay!" Her voice trembled. "You forced me to do things I didn't want to do. You forced me to go to court."

"You sue me, well, we'll see you in court," he said. "I will fight you to the end, and I have a lot of things against you. You ran away from home without authorization, raped your daughter, put her on drugs, and got her expelled from school. You are openly sleeping with other men, and you are only 15 years old. Adverse influence on my 20-year-old daughter. Don't make me expose you in court, Barbara." He waited for her hysterical.To his surprise, her expression was calm, an air of confidence.At the same time, there was a terrible pity in the eyes. "Steve," she said, "you miscalculated. I don't want to go out on a limb and attack you. I'm not going to do that. But my lawyers will expose you in court, make it public, and the court will see To the facts - what you have done will prove it to me, and your daughter, and you are not a husband, not a father in your life, with your past and present conduct, your abnormal life, Eating, drinking, whoring, even taking drugs for a long time. You miscalculated, Steve, and you will eventually lose your right to see Judy. I hope you will not be angry and stubborn, otherwise, you and I will not look good, and it will be worse for Judy. It's horrible that no matter what the court decides, in the end you will lose her completely."

He didn't care about her evidence at all, not because of what she said, but because of her self-confidence and her integrity.He said, "You're threatening me. When I testify in court that your dear, that Burke guy, used his professional connections to steer Judy, implying that he himself had come into your life, put you and Take our daughter and the judge will take away your custody." Barbara shrugged regretfully. "We'll see," she added, "think it over, Steve, when you're wide awake. Before we leave, let us know what you decide. If you insist, I'll go back, and I'll stick to it." It's up to the courts to divorce us. I pray you don't let this happen, and I will pray tonight." She cut off the conversation abruptly. "You have a good rest, you have other problems tomorrow."

She walked quietly towards the door.He didn't follow her, but asked her: "What did you want to say just now? What else are you praying for tonight? Tell me." She opened the door and waited for him to come out.He put down his glass and walked towards her. "Tell me," he insisted. "I, I pray for your father, and of course, Judy, as I always do. That's all, Steve, I, I will pray for you." He despises this arrogant, hypocritical bitch. "Keep your prayers to yourself," he said, his voice trembling a little. "You're going to need them - in court."

He ignored her and walked straight out of the room. In the morning, when he opened his eyes drunkenly, he immediately realized that he had overslept. Seeing himself lying in his clothes with a parched mouth, he realized that his drunkenness wasn't from last night's drink.Normally, he drank much more than this, yet he always woke up sober.Yes, he was drunk because deep down, because he was ashamed, ashamed of what he had done to Barbara the night before. To be honest, he understood that the divorce she proposed was reasonable.He also thought that his objection was justified, and there was nothing wrong with it, except that if she remarried, he would lose his only child.Without it, he will be hard to support, especially when he has so little emotional attachment.Therefore, he did not give Barbara the power to choose.He conceived a compromise, that is, she would not marry Burke, so that Judy would still be his child, and she could live with Burke, just as before, why not?It's the twentieth century, and Judy won't have this new father, she'll know her father is him.

Oh, he's going to fight Barbara in court, he's got to fight her. That being said, what made him feel uneasy and deeply embarrassed was his somewhat uncouth, almost childish, petty behavior.Others would say he had bad intentions, and in the eyes of the beholder he would be seen as a villain, a jerk, and that was what troubled him.Because, he wasn't that bad in the first place.He is much better than people think.Much better than the last time he saw his father. What he has paid and obtained is beyond the reach of mediocrity.He's doing a great job.In his spare time, the handovers are all prestigious people, and he didn't take the initiative to find them.He had promised his daughter—what was more important? — We had breakfast together this morning.He forgot that he had told the front desk at night that he would not answer anything except a call from Dr. Oppenheimer, and that he had forgotten to set the alarm clock so that he overslept. Before he called the service desk, he called Barbara to see if Judy was still there.But no one answered the phone.Now, unfortunately, he had to eat breakfast alone.At this time, he noticed that under this morning's newspaper, there were a few message notes, which must have been found by the waiter at the door when he was bringing him breakfast. He opened the note.There are two long-distance calls from Darina Nicholson from New York last night.Originally, he promised her to call, but he forgot about it. He thought he might as well call her later.Also, there was a message from Uncle Hermann.He drove here specially to pick him up to the hospital, which was also an appointment, but he didn't call.This was all 3 hours ago.God damn it, Dr. Oppenheimer wasn't in a rush to get him, thank goodness. After a hurried breakfast, Randall put on a checkered sweatshirt and took the elevator to the lobby.He thought he would be able to see Judy in the hospital. In order to be sure that he would not miss it again, he went to the service desk and wrote a note explaining why he couldn't have breakfast with her, and invited her to have lunch with him.After being sent to the mailbox in Barbara's room, Randall rushed out of the hotel in a hurry, took a taxi, and went straight to the hospital in Oak City. When he arrived at the hospital, he rushed to the elevator in three steps at a time, went to the second floor, and walked into the corridor.To his dismay, he saw his mother, sister, and Uncle Hermann crowding Dr. Oppenheimer in front of his father's ward.Johnson and Carey were a few yards away from them, talking incessantly.Randall's heart tightened as he approached them.Everyone's gathering in the hallway - it's not normal, it's an emergency or something new, something must be wrong. As he approached them, Randall tried to find a sad or sad expression, but found that they were all calm.This struck him as odd, and he was surprised by the absence of Barbara and Judy. Regardless of politeness, he directly grabbed Dr. Oppenheimer and said, "What's wrong with my father, what happened?" Dr. Oppenheimer tried to smile and said, "The good news, Steve, is improving as we expected. Your father has regained consciousness, probably since 6 o'clock this morning. His EKG tends to be normal. Although he is still partially paralyzed on the left side of his body, and his speech is a bit slurred. However, in general, all his functions are recovering rapidly. If there is no unexpected situation, your father will recover physically." "Oh, God." Randall's hanging heart immediately relaxed. "Thank God." He felt tired, as if he had just been released from tension.He hugged and kissed his mother, went to kiss Claire who was crying, and smiled very friendlyly at Uncle Hermann.Then he staggered to the side of the doctor and held the doctor's hand tightly. "It's amazing, it's a miracle," he said, "I can't express how grateful we all are to you." Dr. Oppenheimer nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Steve. This is just the result of your father's kindness and kindness. Just now, I have told your mother that in the future, his recovery depends entirely on himself. The treatment can only go so far, he After he goes back—maybe two to three weeks, maybe even four weeks—continuing physical therapy, which can be done at home. If he cooperates, there will be miracles, and eventually he will be able to move independently. Of these, I Your mother has been told that the key issue is your father's personal will to live and mental state." "He's always been there," Randle said. "Indeed," agreed Dr. Oppenheimer. "Remember, though, he's never had a stroke before. Maybe he'll change mentally, but his prospects depend on that." "God helped him," echoed Uncle Hermann. Sarah Randall glanced at her brother. "Nathan will have God's help too, Hermann, and Nathan deserves it." Confused by his mother's devotion to God, Randall left them and came to the doctor. "I want to go and see my dad, can I?" "Oh, he needs to rest now. However, if you only stay a little while, you can go in. Perhaps, in the evening, you can be with him for a long time." Randall turned and walked into the ward. The private nurse removed the small tent that provided the patient with oxygen, and lay down on the bed to arrange the blanket for the patient, blocking Randall's view.When she heard Randall come in, she stepped back. "I just wanted to see him," Randall explained. "Is he asleep?" "He's sleeping and everything's fine, we're really happy for him." Randall went to the bed and saw his father's head resting on the pillow, all the bones exposed, but not as horrific as last night.His eyes were still closed tightly, and the color on his face was restored, and he was snoring evenly. "He looks better than he did yesterday," Randall whispered back to the nurse. "It's much better," echoed the nurse behind him. When he turned his face to his father, he was surprised to see his father staring blankly at him. "Hi Dad, I'm Steve. You're doing better now and you'll be well soon." The old man's eyes showed that he had recognized him, and his lips trembled a few times.Immediately, Randall leaned over and kissed his forehead. His eyes blinked, and he greeted his son. "You are getting better, Dad," Randall said. "We have been praying for you, and our prayers have been answered. I will continue to pray for you." When he saw a slight smile on his father's mouth, he stopped talking quickly, because he was not sure what his father's smile meant-either thanking him for his prayers, or doubting that his son would pray for others.He had the feeling that his son was watching him all the time, as if studying whether he was being sincere or just a whim. The smile was fleeting on his father's face, but the purpose and meaning of his smile baffled him.Is that smile entirely pity him?He will not pity his false piety, he may pity his lack of faith, pity his ignorance. Randall wanted to say this, to probe for a clue.However, his father had closed his eyes and was snoring evenly again. Randall said nothing more, he left the ward and came into the corridor.The doctor was still checking the ward, and the others were still surrounding him, chatting kindly and in low tones full of relief near the ward. Randall asks Claire about his wife and daughter.They came early in the morning, heard the news from Dad, went to see Dad, and left half an hour ago.That's when Randall's mother chimed in and invited him home for lunch.Randall explained to her that he had promised to have lunch with Judy, but he also promised to go home for dinner before coming to the hospital in the evening. Since there was no need to go home, Sarah Randall decided to stay in the hospital with Uncle Herman for a while longer.Claire thought it best to go to work, and reassured her mother that she would be home early to help her prepare dinner. "Anyone getting a ride," Claire asked. Ed Period Johnson thought he'd better go back to the agency.His older son has slowly taken over the newspaper's editorial duties, but Ed Period likes to have some directing in his hands.Because the newspaper office building is relatively close to here, there is no need to take a car.Tom Carey also wanted to rush back to the church. He had an agreement with the parishioners to deal with some backlog of affairs and write sermons. "I want some fresh air and exercise," Carey said. "Thanks, Claire, I want to walk back." He glanced at Randall. "What about you, Steve? How about taking a slow walk?" ? You must remember that the church is only a few blocks from your hotel." Randall checked his watch. He was 45 minutes away from his lunch appointment with Judy. "Okay," Randall said, "let's walk together." The three of them have been walking together for 10 minutes. It is very pleasant, the sun is shining, the air is fresh and humid, and the oak trees on both sides are pumping green, which is refreshing.The child was riding a bicycle and speeding in the wind, the dog and cat were playing, and a fat woman greeted Johnson and Carey on the road. This small Wisconsin town seemed to Randall at the moment a paradise on earth that he could not compare to the dark, stone-paved neighborhoods of Manhattan.But these inner feelings of his were clouded by homesickness.He felt more real and reliable inside, better than this.These reminded Randall that he had been away from home for too long, that he had seen too much outside, and had a wide range of life, so it was difficult for him to adapt to the single life in a small town.It's an awkward way of life caught in the middle, and he wants to live at both extremes, not here.He can adapt to the bustling metropolitan life of New York, or retreat, alone or with others in a small French mountain village isolated from the world, where he can live freely according to his imagination for the purpose of self-cultivation. He strode down the street with Johnson and Carey, listening carefully to Johnson's spiel.Johnson recalled his acquaintance, fellowship with Reverend Nathan Randall, their great friendship, and their weekend fishing trips together on a sunny lake. Now, Johnson is talking about Nathan's life of doing good. "A lot of people, you know, want to do good, but it's only for a while, not for a long time," Johnson said. "Steve's dad wasn't like that. Our old pastor is incredible, if When it comes to doing good, he has new ideas, no matter how outlandish and outlandish it is, he can work it out and get it done, I mean he always finds a way to do it. Nathan is a man who walks the talk.” "Nathan does," echoed Carey. "I remember him trying to compete with me on the newspaper. Remember that time, Steve? Remember him weekly--what the hell was that paper called?--Let me see--" "Gospel From Ourselves," Randall said. "Yes, Son, The Gospel for Humanity, he named it after the Gospel. It takes guts to run a paper, and Nathan had that. You remember your father's paper, Steve?" "Yes, I do remember." As they walked on, Johnson said to Carey, "It's a true story, Tom, absolutely true. Steve is here to testify. Many years ago, one day, we were listening to the radio, and it was a radio series, and the story was written It's an obscure priest who's done a great job. His name is Dr. Charles Sheldon, and he's at the Congregational Center in Topeka, Kansas. Have you ever heard of him, Tom?" "I seem to have heard of it. The name sounds familiar." "Yes, I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of him," said Johnson, "because neither Nathan nor I had ever heard of him that day. However, Dr. Charles Sheldon does exist. If You don't believe me, you can go to the library and look it up. Dr. Charles Sheldon went from New York to Topeka to start a church, probably in 1890--he was 30 at the time. He was a little worried about preaching, and then he came up with a good idea. Instead of preaching endlessly, he compiled these 12 fictional stories into a long story, with suspense at the end of each story. His friends told a little story. The idea did make a difference." "It's so smart," Carey said. "What kind of story is he telling?" "It's about a young priest who felt that there were too many sins in the world, so he asked the believers to spend a year learning to be Jesus. As a result, the story told by Charles Sheldon was warmly welcomed by the believers. In 1897, he adapted this story into a novel named "Following Jesus". After the novel was published, the response was great, and the sales volume reached more than 30 million copies, including 45 translations. Its popularity is second only to the "Bible" and Shakespeare." "It's unbelievable," Carey said. "Indeed, it's unbelievable, and what happened after that was even worse. Three years after the book was published, the owner of The Capital of Topeka, a daily newspaper that sells 15,000 copies a day, approached Sheldon and asked him, "How about you edit this newspaper for a week with the standards of Jesus?" Dr. Sheldon accepted the challenge. He was determined to reverse the bad habits of newspapers at the time, which attracted readers with weird things, scandals and pornography. He wanted to use Jesus standards, and filled his newspaper with justice, nobility, and cleanliness. He did." Randall shook his head: "I always thought that was a little sensational in itself." "That's not really the case," Johnson said. "It's a bit of a gimmick, but fortunately, it's for publicity." "What happened?" Carey asked. "Oh, of course, Dr. Sheldon saw the difficulties in practical work," Johnson continued, "and he realized that Jesus never saw modern automobiles, trains, telephones, electric printing presses, electric lights, newspapers, books, Even the preaching of the Catholic Church, Sunday schools, peace societies, and democratic freedom of thought, Jesus still did not touch. However, Dr. Sheldon knew that there are still things that Jesus saw that have not changed, such as the filth of people. Ugly. So, when he became editor in chief, he instituted a new way of running a newspaper, completely Jesusian. Crimes, scandals, and weird stories were not published, and good people and good deeds were published on the front page of the newspaper, and virtue was promoted. On the advertising pages, they also paid considerable attention to this issue. All alcohol, tobacco, and unhealthy pastimes were rejected. For those journalists who worked, strict regulations were also stipulated. Smoking, drinking, and strange talk were not allowed Come to the gods. You are asking what happened, Tom? The sales of this newspaper have changed, from 15,000 copies to 367,000 copies during his tenure. He proved that the news disappeared. It’s just hunting for novelties and exposing ugliness, and good news can also be sold.” Randall put his hand on Johnson's shoulder and said to Tom Carey: "It didn't turn out what he said, Tom. In fact, the experiment was called a big failure in the press. They commented Said that the paper was too dull and didactic, and though the sales surge was the result of novelty and publicity, the result of a temporary fluke, and that a simultaneous circulation in New York and Chicago would have increased sales even more. If Alden goes on for a few more weeks, the newspaper will probably go out of business." "Pure speculation," Johnson said kindly. "In fact, we only look at the results. He was successful. The readers did not condemn him for promoting morality and opposing immorality. Let's get back to business, that is, when Nathan? When Randall heard about Sheldon, he had a whim to emulate him." "He followed suit?" Carey said. "Why don't I remember?" "Yeah, you were in California or something," Johnson said, "well, at the time, that idea was running around in Nathan's head for a long time, and eventually, he actually started a weekly magazine, which was the Gospel for All, and he announced that he would start his newspaper with the eyes of Jesus. Nathan started, using my newspaper equipment, with the help of my people, mainly selling to Sunday school children and their parents. Later , slowly to the general public. They sell more than—let me see—over 40,000 copies a week, and receive letters from readers as far away as California and Vermont, and even from Italy and Japan. It's a marvelous thing. Maybe he'd be a big name in the press if it wasn't for the Church thing that got him stuck." They were just now coming to the corner of a street, and Johnson was to bid them both good-bye. "Now I'm breaking up with you," he said, nodding to Randall. "Anyway, Steve, when I think of your father, I think of Gospel, and his success. He succeeds in anything. The biggest news on earth today is that he is still with us, thank you God, each of us—everyone in Oak City—will continue to benefit." He squeezed Randall's hand hard. "Nice to see you back home, Steve. See you in—bye. See you at the hospital tonight, Tom." He turned around and walked slowly towards the red building, which was his newspaper office.Randall and Carey looked at it for a while, then crossed the intersection and walked back towards the city center and the Oak City Hotel. Both of them were silent, and after walking some distance, Carey broke the silence. "What Ed said just now about your father was amazing, Steve." "That's utter nonsense," Randall said flatly. "Nonsense?" Carey repeated, embarrassed. "You mean Ed's making things up about your father and the Gospel?" "He didn't make it up," Randall said patiently. "My father did run that Gospel From Man, but it wasn't as successful as he said it was. It did sell 40,000 copies, but it was completely free—my father didn't charge a penny. I don't think anyone would Pay money for that kind of newspaper. And there are no advertisements in it. Of course, at first, some people came to ask for advertisements in it, but my father thought that those advertisements violated the principles of Jesus and refused to publish them. No one wants to read a newspaper with only one content. Well, real life isn't like that. Dad's newspaper is full of love, good deeds, and good deeds. It's disgusting. Hell, Jesus himself didn't edit the newspaper like this in Galilee, he Neither would the disciples. Who ever wrote anything like this before? The Gospel of Humanity stopped publishing, not because my father was too busy, but because it was driving us into bankruptcy, and my father lost us for it. all the money." Carey looked confused. "This money is—is it all your father's money?" "No," Randall said, "it's my money." "I see." Randall glanced at his friend. "Don't think I'm wrong, Tom. I don't want to complain about him either. I'm too old to believe in myths. I'm tired of lying and exaggerating. Hell, he's been with the job half his life, and now , more and more hypocrisy in life, like a brothel owner pretending to be a puritan. I only pay attention to facts, hate falsehood and exaggeration, know one and know the other, and I have been one of them for so long. Therefore, I am doing my best to correct my shortcomings." "Don't put yourself down like that, okay?" "I'm not belittling myself, or my father. I have a lot of respect for my old father, really, and I know what's good about him, as you do. He's a really good guy who does what he does, and I'm ashamed of myself .But my father, who is, and has always been, lived in a fantasy, with only an imaginary God in his mind. Forgive me, Tom, for not caring about us children here on Earth." Carey smiled. "I forgive you, but..." "Oh, don't tell me Reverend Nathan Randall has what we don't—he's happy and peaceful—we're missing that. Yes, it is. He's always been content, and his son never Satisfied. Why is this? Because my dad has a firm belief, but what is that belief? Believe in those illusory heavens, and believe that he will be accepted by heaven. I don’t want to play this kind of self-deception game. When I was very young , I was deeply influenced by a man named H? L? Mencken, who always laughed at all myths. I especially appreciate the new 'Ten Commandments': 'I am convinced that telling the truth is better than a lie, and I am convinced that freedom is better than slavery , I am more convinced that knowledge is better than ignorance.' So, since then, I only believe what I see, or what other people have seen. The thing is, Tom, it ruined me. But on this point, I don't want to change my creed, I'm going to stick to my creed. And I'm going to tell you—I don't want to tell anyone else—that I'm very Envying my old father, blind faith, is indeed a better game." He turned to see Carey's reaction, but Carey kept his eyes straight ahead, thinking as he walked. Randall wondered what was going on in his friend's head.Despite their different careers over the years after college and the fact that they had little in common, Randall's friendship with Carey continued unabated.They were best friends from high school to Wisconsin State University.After college, Randall went to New York, while Tom? Carey continued to study for a degree in seminary. Three years later, Carey earned a bachelor's degree in theology.He later married a very pretty girl from Oak City who had gone to the junior prom with Randall in high school.Carey ministered in a small church in southern Illinois. Because Carey often came back to Oak City to visit his lonely mother and his wife's relatives, and also to Randall's house, especially to see Steve's father, whom he admired.Reverend Nathan Randall liked the young man too.Then, 3 years ago, Pastor Nathan Randall asked Carey to work in his church.At that time, Pastor Nathan Randall was old and not as energetic as before, so Carey took over many important things in the church as his successor. Carey will soon succeed Nathan Randall as pastor, and his wife and 6-year-old child are back home.He seemed a little young as a priest.He was short but strong, with neatly trimmed hair, a flat nose, and pale skin, the image of a boy scout on an American advertising page.He is a man of integrity and integrity, knowledgeable, resourceful, and alert.He doesn't like exaggeration, he doesn't love vanity, and he is not as superstitious about God as Nathan. When he preaches to the church members, he rarely mentions God, but talks about Nathan Randall's good deeds. Carey spoke first, his voice was very soft and hesitant.