In the dark the mind runs on like a devouring1 machine, the only thing awake in the universe. I tried to make out thewalls, the dresser in the corner. It was the old defenseless feeling. Small, weak, deathbound, alone. Panic, the god ofwoods and wilderness2, half goat. I moved my head to the right, remembering the clock-radio. I watched the numberschange, the progression of digital minutes, odd to even. They glowed green in the dark.
After a while I woke up Babette. Warm air came rising from her body as she shifted toward me. Contented3 air. Amixture of forgetfulness and sleep. Where am I, who are you, what was I dreaming?
"We have to talk," I said.
She mumbled4 things, seemed to fend5 off some hovering6 presence. When I reached for the lamp, she gave me abackhand punch in the arm. The light went on. She retreated toward the radio, covering her head and moaning.
"You can't get away. There are things we have to talk about. I want access to Mr. Gray. I want the real name of GrayResearch."All she could do was moan, "No.""I'm reasonable about this. I have a sense of perspective. No huge hopes or expectations. I only want to check it out,give it a try. I don't believe in magical objects. I only say, 'Let me try, let me see.' I've been lying here for hourspractically paralyzed. I'm drenched7 in sweat. Feel my chest, Babette.""Five more minutes. I need to sleep.""Feel. Give me your hand. See how wet.""We all sweat," she said. "What is sweat?""There are rivulets8 here.""You want to ingest. No good, Jack9.""All I ask is a few minutes alone with Mr. Gray, to find out if I qualify.""He'll think you want to kill him.""But that's crazy. I'd be crazy. How can I kill him?""He'll know I told you about the motel.""The motel is over and done. I can't change the motel. Do I kill the only man who can relieve my pain? Feel under myarms if you don't believe me.""He'll think you're a husband with a grudge10.""The motel is frankly11 small grief. Do I kill him and feel better? He doesn't have to know who I am. I make up anidentity, I invent a context. Help me, please.""Don't tell me you sweat. What is sweat? I gave the man my word."In the morning we sat at the kitchen table. The clothes dryer12 was running in the entranceway. I listened to the tappingsound of buttons and zippers14 as they struck the surface of the drum.
"I already know what I want to say to him. I'll be descriptive, clinical. No philosophy or theology. I'll appeal to thepragmatist in him. He's bound to be impressed by the fact that I'm actually scheduled to die. This is frankly more thanyou could claim. My need is intense. I believe he'll respond to this. Besides, he'll want another crack at a live subject.
That's the way these people are.""How do I know you won't kill him?""You're my wife. Am I a killer15?""You're a man, Jack. We all know about men and their insane rage. This is something men are very good at. Insaneand violent jealousy17. Homicidal rage. When people are good at something, it's only natural that they look for achance to do this thing. If I were good at it, I would do it. It happens I'm not. So instead of going into homicidal rages,I read to the blind. In other words I know my limits. I am willing to settle for less.""What did I do to deserve this? This is not like you. Sarcastic18, mocking.""Leave it alone," she said. "Dylar was my mistake. I won't let you make it yours as well."We listened to the tap and scratch of buttons and zipper13 tabs. It was time for me to leave for school. The voiceupstairs remarked: "A California think-tank says the next world war may be fought over salt."All afternoon I stood by the window in my office, watching the Observatory19. It was growing dark when WinnieRichards appeared at the side door, looked both ways, then began moving in a wolf-trot along the sloping turf. Ihurried out of my office and down the stairs. In seconds I was out on a cobbled path, running. Almost at once Iexperienced a strange elation20, the kind of bracing21 thrill that marks the recovery of a lost pleasure. I saw her turn acorner in a controlled skid22 before she disappeared behind a maintenance building. I ran as fast as I could, cuttingloose, cutting into the wind, running chest out, head high, my arms pumping hard. She reappeared at the edge of thelibrary, an alert and stealthy figure moving beneath the arched windows, nearly lost to the dusk. When she drew nearthe steps she suddenly accelerated, going full tilt24 from what was almost a standing25 start. This was a deft26 and lovelymaneuver that I was able to appreciate even as it put me at a disadvantage. I decided27 to cut behind the library and pickher up on the long straight approach to the chemistry labs. Briefly28 I ran alongside the members of the lacrosse teamas they charged off a field after practice. We ran step for step, the players waving their sticks in a ritualized mannerand chanting something I couldn't understand. When I reached the broad path I was gasping29 for breath. Winnie wasnowhere in sight. I ran through the faculty30 parking lot, past the starkly31 modern chapel32, around the administrationbuilding. The wind was audible now, creaking in the high bare branches. I ran to the east, changed my mind, stoodlooking around, removed my glasses to peer. I wanted to run, I was willing to run. I would run as far as I could, runthrough the night, run to forget why I was running. After some moments I saw a figure loping up a hill at the edge ofthe campus. It had to be her. I started running again, knowing she was too far away, would disappear over the crest33 ofthe hill, would not resurface for weeks. I put everything I had into a final climbing burst, charging over concrete,grass, then gravel34, lungs burning in my chest, a heaviness in my legs that seemed the very pull of the earth, its mostintimate and telling judgment35, the law of falling bodies.
How surprised I was, nearing the top of the hill, to see that she had stopped. She wore a Gore-Tex jacket puffed36 upwith insulation37 and she was looking to the west. I walked slowly toward her. When I cleared a row of private homesI saw what it was that had made her pause. The edge of the earth trembled in a darkish haze38. Upon it lay the sun,going down like a ship in a burning sea. Another postmodern sunset, rich in romantic imagery. Why try to describe it?
It's enough to sáy that everything in our field of vision seemed to exist in order to gather the light of this event. Notthat this was one of the stronger sunsets. There had been more dynamic colors, a deeper sense of narrative39 sweep.
"Hi, Jack. I didn't know you came up here.""I usually go to the highway overpass40.""Isn't this something?""It's beautiful all right.""Makes me think. It really does.""What do you think about?""What can you think about in the face of this kind of beauty? I get scared, I know that.""This isn't one of the scarier ones.""It scares me. Boy, look at it.""Did you see last Tuesday? A powerful and stunning41 sunset. I rate this one average. Maybe they're beginning to winddown.""I hope not," she said. "I'd miss them.""Could be the toxic42 residue43 in the atmosphere is diminishing.""There's a school of thought that says it's not residue from the cloud that causes the sunsets. It's residue from themicroorganisms that ate the cloud."We stood there watching a surge of florid light, like a heart pumping in a documentary on color TV.
"Remember the saucer-shaped pill?""Of course," she said. "A super piece of engineering.""I found out what it's designed to do. It's designed to solve an ancient problem. Fear of death. It encourages the brainto produce fear-of-death inhibitors.""But we still die.""Everyone dies, yes.""We just won't be afraid," she said.
"That's right.""Interesting, I guess.""Dylar was designed by a secret research group. I believe some of these people are psychobiologists. I wonder ifyou've heard rumors44 of a group working secretly on fear of death.""I'd be the last to hear. No one can ever find me. When they do find me, it's to tell me something important.""What could be more important?""You're talking about gossip, rumors. This is thin stuff, Jack. Who are these people, where is their base?""That's why I've been chasing you. I thought you'd know something about them. I don't even know what apsychobiologist is.""It's a catchall sort of thing. Interdisciplinary. The real work is in the pits.""Isn't there anything you can tell me?"Something in my voice made her turn to look at me. Winnie was barely into her thirties but she had a sane16 andpracticed eye for the half-concealed disasters that constitute a life. A narrow face partly hidden by wispy45 brownringlets, eyes bright and excited. She had the beaky and hollow-boned look of a great wading46 creature. Small primmouth. A smile that was permanently47 in conflict with some inner stricture against the seductiveness of humor.
Murray told me once he had a crush on her, found her physical awkwardness a sign of an intelligence developingalmost too rapidly, and I thought I knew what he meant. She was poking48 and snatching at the world around,overrunning it at times.
"I don't know what your personal involvement is with this substance," she said, "but I think it's a mistake to lose one'ssense of death, even one's fear of death. Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture49 to life, asense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaningwithout the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit."I watch light climb into the rounded summits of high-altitude clouds. Clorets, Velamints, Freedent.
"People think I'm spacey," she said. "I have a spacey theory about human fear, sure enough. Picture yourself, Jack, aconfirmed homebody, a sedentary fellow who finds himself walking in a deep wood. You spot something out of thecorner of your eye. Before you know anything else, you know that this thing is very large and that it has no place inyour ordinary frame of reference. A flaw in the world picture. Either it shouldn't be here or you shouldn't. Now thething comes into full view. It is a grizzly50 bear, enormous, shiny brown, swaggering, dripping slime from its baredfangs. Jack, you have never seen a large animal in the wild. The sight of this grizzer is so electrifyingly strange thatit gives you a renewed sense of yourself, a fresh awareness51 of the self—the self in terms of a unique and horrificsituation. You see yourself in a new and intense way. You rediscover yourself. You are lit up for your own imminentdismemberment. The beast on hind23 legs has enabled you to see who you are as if for the first time, outside familiarsurroundings, alone, distinct, whole. The name we give to this complicated process is fear.""Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.""That's right, Jack.""And death?" I said.
"Self, self, self. If death can be seen as less strange and unreferenced, your sense of self in relation to death willdiminish, and so will your fear.""What do I do to make death less strange? How do I go about it?""I don't know.""Do I risk death by driving fast around curves? Am I supposed to go rock climbing on weekends?""I don't know," she said. "I wish I knew.""Do I scale the sheer facade52 of a ninety-story building, wearing a clip-on belt? What do I do, Winnie? Do I sit in acage full of African snakes like my son's best friend? This is what people do today.""I think what you do, Jack, is forget the medicine in that tablet. There is no medicine, obviously."She was right. They were all right. Gp on with my life, raise my kids, teach my students. Try not to think of thatstaticky figure in the Grayview Motel putting his unfinished hands on my wife.
"I'm still sad, Winnie, but you've given my sadness a richness and depth it has never known before."She turned away, blushing.
I said, "You're more than a fair-weather friend—you're a true enemy."She turned exceedingly red.
I said, "Brilliant people never think of the lives they smash, being brilliant."I watched her blush. She used both hands to pull her knit cap down over her ears. We took a last look at the sky andstarted walking down the hill.
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