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After a short silence in which Jay and Monica stood smelling the creatures fabulous presence, Jay stroked Monicas hair. What it amounted to, in lay terms, was this: only the advent of death was enough of a shock to the personality to make it want to get up and go. Then it wanted butdesperately. If at some recent time the personality had been, as it were, shown to someone elses mind, there was a place ready for it to go to. That engine, Frank Gaiders said, its a 61 Pontiac, the big one he bought wrecked and fixed up, with blowers and special cams and every damn thing. Put the rest of it together himself. You can see in the letter there, he calls it a C.M. Special. C.M. is for Clarissa May, that Farris girl he took off with. I saw that thing just one time, oh, seven, eight months ago, right after he got it all finished. We got this magazine from his daddy. I saw it at the Amoco gas in Lasco City. You could near give it a ticket standing still. ‘Strawberry flake paint’ it says in the letter. Damnedest thing, bright strawberry with little like gold flakes in it, then covered with maybe seventeen coats of lacquer, all rubbed down so you look down into that paint like it was six inches deep. Headlights all the hell over the front of it and big taillights all over the back, and shiny pipes sticking out. Near two year he worked on it. Big racing flats like the drag-strip kids use over to the airport.” Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. Patricks face was a blank. "How about Neol'?" I walked out the door, mounted the jeepster, and roared across the evening into night, my wings of risen desert flapping slowly behind me. No, she said, I wont.” Off for some lunch, Kadar thought. Why didnt Mrs. Merrit call the boy, instead of letting him set his own schedule? My fault, he told himself immediately. I’m letting her raise him, while I try to forget Eleanor—yes, and him, too—in my work. On the other hand, why impose disciplines on a child who never rebels? The sweet placidity of Paul was reflected in his childish routines. He ate whatever was given him—but only if hungry. He never cried; always lay quietly in bed when put there; and seldom got out until Mrs. Merrit came for him in the morning, although she mentioned occasionally, with some wonder, that he often was awake, stretched out under smooth bedclothes, with his eyes wide open. "Not stupid," she projected quietly. "Mean, Vyme. I knew hed try to do something. I just didnt think he'd succeed. Ratlit is really such a child." Not the maid. Not any of her acquaintances. Now listen to me, Goldy and Johnny and Kidder. I saw that Pearl was standing in the iris of the tube. What is the nature of intelligence? I guess its the power to abstract, to conceptualize. I don’t know what to say beyond that—I don’t know what it is. But I know where it came from! Here! In the math spaces—they’re alive with thought, flashing with mind! My memory was a fogged window, suddenly exposed to fresh air. "Youve seen one before." The underwater TV camera arrived that same evening, and, working all through the night, we had cameras, monitors and two kilometers of coaxial cable loaded aboard a launch by morning. As we pulled out of the harbor, I thought I saw a familiar figure standing on the jetty, but it was too far away to be certain and I had other things on my mind. If you must know, I am not a good sailor; I am only really happyunderneath the sea. My dear child, how much I need you. You must never leave me now..
