of innocence and the quintessence of suggestiveness, Londa took my hand, led me into the biography alcove, and stamped my cheek with a moist kiss.
âIâll never forget Herr Hammerschmidtâs charity, and Iâll never forget your charity either,â she told me, pursing her lips. âI hope youâll always be my teacher, Mason, even after I get my conscience back.â
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A BORROWED AX , a beech tree, an ampoule of radium extract. Three physical objects that had figured crucially in my efforts to rehabilitate Londa, each with a unique essence, its axness, treeness, ampoularity. But as Jean-Paul Sartre reminds us, in the case of human beings this metaphysic is reversed: a personâs existence precedes his essenceâhe is a subject among objects. The danger, says Sartre, following Heidegger, is that he will âfallâ into the world of objects, becoming ever after the prisoner of arbitrary strictures masquerading as universal principles. And so it was that I resolved to give Londa a taste of Sartrean existential freedom, confronting her with a dilemma beyond the competence of any canon.
The conundrum was one that Sartre himself had devised, concerning a student whose elder brother has died in the German offensive of 1940. The student resolves to join the Free French and help defeat the Nazi beasts who killed his brother, but his invalid mother wants him to stay home. He is her only consolation, and she canât adequately care for herself.
To minimize the strain on Londaâs imagination, I decided that the embittered student should be female. I cast Edwina as the mother. Though preoccupied with packingâin twenty-four hours she would join Charnock for a weeklong artificial-intelligence conference in Chicago, where they would implore the neural-network community not to make basket cases of their computersâEdwina gladly took the part, and in a matter of minutes, the two actors had fully immersed themselves in the bedeviling scenario.
â Sâil te plaît, Madeleineâreconsider,â Edwina gasped. âWeâve already lost your brother. I couldnât bear to lose you as well.â
âClaude would want me to avenge his death,â Londa said.
âClaude would want you to look after me,â Edwina insisted.
âIf I stay here, Iâll spend every waking minute thinking of the Resistance.â Londa grimaced and winced, as impressive an impersonation of psychic torment as Iâd ever seen. âOn the other hand, if I join the Resistance, Iâll spend every waking minute thinking of you. â
âExactly my point,â Edwina said. âStay with me.â
âBut, oh, Maman, consider the implications of driving the Germans out of France! Thousands of mothersânot just you, thousands will get to spend their dotages with sons and daughters who mightâve otherwise fallen into the Nazisâ clutches!â
Edwina cupped her palms around Londaâs shoulders, drawing the child so close that their noses practically touched. âDearest Madeleine, how can you sacrifice my happiness to this futile business of sniping at Nazis? How can you make a bargain like that?â
âI can make such a bargain becauseâ¦â
âYes?â
âBecauseâ¦â
âIâm listening.â
A tremulous moan broke from Londaâs throat. She lurched away, rushing toward the conquistador. âShit, Mason, youâre doing it again ! Youâre trying to drive me crazy!â
âLonda, that assertion gained nothing from the word âshit,ââ Edwina said.
âMy headâs spinning,â Londa said. âI needâ¦â
âA rule?â I suggested. âA binding principle? An eleventh commandment?â
Gasping like the carp sheâd almost murdered, Londa slumped against Alonso. âThe antimalarial drug quinine comes from the cinchona tree! In Riemann geometry a curved
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