Carl Van Vechten

Carl Van Vechten

Summary

Portrait of Carl Van Vechten Carl Van Vechten Nigger Heaven — Prologue (1926)

Unreasoningly, Anatole hated him. He had—never inimically crossed the Creeper's path, but somehow, subconsciously, Anatole was aware that such an eventuality was by no means impossible. Besides, it irked the Creeper to realize that any one else possessed power of whatever kind. The feeling was not reciprocated. Anatole was frequently a spectacular figure at the Winter Palace, Pettijohn's cabaret, where he was welcome because he was known to be a particular favourite with jig-chasers from below the line.
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Portrait of Carl Van Vechten Carl Van Vechten Nigger Heaven — Prologue (1926)

A pint, the Creeper ordered.
The waiter Charlestoned down the floor to the intoxicating rhythm, twirling his tray on palm held high overhead.
Put ashes in sweet papa's bed so as he can' slip out, moaned Licey in the Creeper's ear. Ah knows a lady what'll be singing, Wonder whah mah easy rider's gone!
Bottle et.
Licey chuckled. Hush mah mouf ef Ah doan!
The waiter came back, like a cat, shuffling ingeniously from one side of the room to the other, in and out of the throng of dancers. Charleston! Charleston! Do that thing! Oh boy!
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