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"
Ever
meet
Nemur
’
s
wife
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
If
you
want
to
understand
why
he
’
s
under
tension
all
the
time
,
even
when
things
are
going
well
at
the
lab
and
in
his
lectures
,
you
’
ve
got
to
know
Bertha
Nemur
.
Did
you
know
she
’
s
got
him
his
professorship
?
Did
you
know
she
used
her
father
’
s
influence
to
get
him
the
Welberg
Founda
tion
grant
?
Well
,
now
she
’
s
pushed
him
into
this
premature
presentation
at
the
convention
.
Until
you
’
ve
had
a
woman
like
her
riding
you
,
don
’
t
think
you
can
understand
the
man
who
has
.
"
I
didn
’
t
say
anything
,
and
I
could
see
he
wanted
to
get
back
to
the
hotel
.
All
the
way
back
we
were
silent
.
Am
I
a
genius
?
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
Not
yet
anyway
.
As
Burt
would
put
it
,
mocking
the
euphemisms
of
educational
jargon
,
I
’
m
exceptional
—
a
democratic
term
used
to
avoid
the
damning
labels
of
gifted
and
deprived
(
which
used
to
mean
bright
and
retarded
)
and
as
soon
as
exceptional
begins
to
mean
anything
to
anyone
they
’
ll
change
it
.
The
idea
seems
to
be
:
use
an
expression
only
as
long
as
it
doesn
’
t
mean
anything
to
anybody
.
Exceptional
refers
to
both
ends
of
the
spectrum
,
so
all
my
life
I
’
ve
been
exceptional
.
Strange
about
learning
;
the
farther
I
go
the
more
I
see
that
I
never
knew
even
existed
.
A
short
while
ago
I
fool
ishly
thought
I
could
learn
everything
—
all
the
knowledge
in
the
world
.
Now
I
hope
only
to
be
able
to
know
of
its
ex
istence
,
and
to
understand
one
grain
of
it
.
Is
there
time
?
Burt
is
annoyed
with
me
.
He
finds
me
impatient
and
the
others
must
feel
the
same
.
But
they
hold
me
back
and
try
to
keep
me
in
my
place
.
What
is
my
place
?
Who
and
what
am
I
now
?
Am
I
the
sum
of
my
life
or
only
of
the
past
months
?
Oh
,
how
impatient
they
get
when
I
try
to
discuss
it
with
them
.
They
don
’
t
like
to
admit
that
they
don
’
t
know
.
It
’
s
paradoxical
that
an
ordinary
man
like
Nemur
presumes
to
devote
himself
to
making
other
people
geniuses
.
He
would
like
to
be
thought
of
as
the
discoverer
of
new
laws
of
learning
—
the
Einstein
of
psychology
.
And
he
has
the
teacher
’
s
fear
of
being
surpassed
by
the
student
,
the
master
’
s
dread
of
having
the
disciple
discredit
his
work
.
(
Not
that
I
am
in
any
real
sense
Nemur
’
s
student
or
disciple
as
Burt
is
.
)
I
guess
Nemur
’
s
fear
of
being
revealed
as
a
man
walking
on
stilts
among
giants
is
understandable
.
Failure
at
this
point
would
destroy
him
.
He
is
too
old
to
start
all
over
again
.
