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He would think it while biting into a stick of celery. At fifteen, Samson made a friend named Jason. Jason was a Philistine but he and Samson got along just fine. Jason was always full of helpful advice. He told Samson he would need a catchphrase. When working on gimmicks, the first idea that came to Samson was to grow his hair long. His mother, when recounting the story of the angel, would sometimes say he told her Samson was going to be a Nazarite. A Nazarite was a kind of holy man who was not allowed to touch dead people, drink booze, or cut his hair.
He refused to have his son go about with the hair of a pony.
There was one summer, though, when Samson was in his thirteenth year, when his father was away travelling on business, that his bangs got long enough to fall into his eyes. He liked the way they felt there. He liked blowing them out of the way, because it gave him something to do when people looked at him. He wanted to keep growing his hair until it reached his chin, but when his father returned, he told Samson that he looked like a girl. So now, two years later and quite full-grown, Samson decided to grow his hair once again.
This was in the days before barbarians, and it was not common to see a long-haired warrior. Fighters and strongmen commonly kept their hair short because they tended to crack things against their skulls, and, aesthetically speaking, it was more pleasing to see a vase shatter against a clean scalp. As the months wore on, Samson took great satisfaction in the growth of his hair. Seeing it get longer really made him feel as if he was doing something; and it might have been only his imagination, but he did feel stronger.
And who in his right mind would accuse him of looking like a girl now? His biceps were the size of thighs and his thighs the size of watermelons. He cracked pecans between his pectorals! His fingers, when rigid, were as lethal as daggers. He had once stabbed a pig through the neck with his index finger, and the shock of how soft and wet it was in there caused him to withdraw with a high-pitched yip that startled the gathering crowd.
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Manoah thought it made Samson look like a certain great-aunt of his, an unenlightened woman whom he could never stand. When Samson was eighteen he met a young Philistine named Delilah. She worked at the market selling eggs and knick-knacks. Delilah was a class act. She was demure! When Delilah danced and her skirts rose into the air, for Samson it was as if God was pounding Himself on the chest.
He adored her so much that he sometimes pretended he was Delilah. He said things that he could imagine Delilah saying, things that he thought were intelligent and poetic. He thought about Delilah all the time. Sometimes he thought about her so fiercely that it felt as if his mighty head was going to crack right down the middle. He found himself buying sixty to seventy eggs a week, and he pretended it was Delilah who had laid them, that she had kept each egg warmed beneath her buttocks, waiting for Samson to taste them.
Eating her eggs made him feel close to her. He would crack each one into his mouth and let it leak down his throat. When he saw Delilah, mostly all he could do was smile because when he spoke, only nonsense came out. Yet when he was alone in the fields near his home, he grew bold. He would swear his love to her while holding onto the bangs of his hair with his fists. He would say it over and over, getting a little louder each time until the tree snapped. Speaking those words made him drunk. He and Jason set up the operation directly across from her stand, and all the while, during his performances, he looked her right in the eye.
So Samson would drag a baby elephant to the market and struggle with the poor animal before raising it over his head. As he performed, people gathered around to watch. He would scan the crowd to make sure his father was not present, then he would stick out his stomach and try to get his footing right. Next, he would haul the calf over his head and look right at Delilah, to see what she made of the whole thing.
As Samson looked at her, he tried to fill his mind with the greatest, most beautiful things so that maybe she would see greatness and beauty in his eyes. As he watched her, the elephant held high in the air, he thought about running his hands up her legs. He thought about kissing her. He continued his act in the market and made nice money out of it, too. At the end of each day he would hand all of the money to his father and his father would just stare at him blankly as though deep in thought about something political. Samson often wondered what it was that made a man strong.
As big as he was, there were men who were bigger, yet he was the strongest. There was just something inside him that pushed harder than anyone else. But what was that something? Was it an angel? An angel who was struggling to get himself out of there?
An angel who was dying of frustration? Yes, he was strong, but he was not as strong as people thought he was. The crowds who gathered to watch always figured Samson was holding a little something back. Holding something back was the way of the strongman. The strongman doled out a feat of strength here and there, always keeping you guessing. He made you feel that his greatest tour de force was yet to come, careful not to blow his load too soon. The truth was that Samson had nearly given himself a hernia when he lifted up the platform of twelve men.
In the middle of the performance, he felt his balls drop and his spine become an uncertain worm. If Delilah had not been present, he would have started crying. Samson talked about Delilah to his friend Jason all the time. He told him Delilah was a peephole to God, that Delilah was what music looked like. He tried to get Jason to agree. Samson begged Jason to tell him stories about Delilah because Jason was a storyteller.
Jason invented long, complex epics about Delilah, the things she ate, the places she went. Samson would get all excited. He would lie on his stomach, his feet criss-crossed above him. He was too shy to speak with her, but Jason had a gift with words. Speak of the falcon whose beak I bit off, but make it sound like poetry. Jason, who loved Samson, did as his friend bid him. While he sat with Delilah, he would play his lyre. He would make up songs about the great things that Samson did.
As their visits together went on, Delilah and Jason saw that they had a great deal in common. They began to speak less of Samson, and more of Jason and Delilah. While Jason was with Delilah, Samson waited anxiously, curling great weights to pass the time. On one evening, after a particularly long visit with Delilah, Samson ambushed his friend along the road home. A lot. As a friend. It was after killing Jason that Samson started to change. He felt it was time to move on to people. Philistine people.
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Some Israelites had approached him in the past about leading their uprising. They treat me just fine. He just wanted to hit people, hard enough to make them die. It would be like making Jason die again and again.
Once was not enough. He was no longer a sideshow. He became famous. Samson, for his part, spent most of his leisure time just sitting back and pondering all that he could kill. Old man — four seconds; bear — three-quarters of an hour. At night he would dream of pushing his foot right through the chest of a Philistine and removing it like he was taking off a leather slipper. Killing became a kind of therapy for Samson. This one looks like that teacher who called me lunk-headed; this one looks like my father.
He lifted that man up to his face by the beard so he could spit in his eye. At such times, Samson felt as if he was working things out. Unfortunately, his murdering only exacerbated his problems, which made him more murderous. He felt he was chipping away at one big enemy, but the more he chipped, the bigger it grew. It was while Samson was in the market of Timnath buying ointments to apply to his massive, battle-wearied muscles that he met up with Delilah. She was on a road trip and was buying bread.
He felt his great skull-sized knees start to buckle. An angel. He stood before her, stammering, until Delilah smiled and told him she had a splinter and would he be so kind as to carry her to her inn. He lifted her slowly off the ground until she was eye-level with him. He walked forward like a somnambulist.
He stared into her eyes without blinking. She giggled and told him not to be silly, and he placed her on his shoulders. She spread her legs wide around the back of his tree-trunk neck. She rode him in silence.