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The
foregoing
has
the
ring
of
a
biography
,
without
the
satisfaction
of
knowing
that
the
hero
,
like
Grant
,
lolling
in
his
general
store
in
Galena
,
is
ready
to
be
called
to
an
intricate
destiny
.
Moreover
it
is
confusing
to
come
across
a
youthful
photograph
of
some
one
known
in
a
rounded
maturity
and
gaze
with
a
shock
upon
a
fiery
,
wiry
,
eagle
-
eyed
stranger
.
Best
to
be
reassuring
—
Dick
Diver
’
s
moment
now
began
.
It
was
a
damp
April
day
,
with
long
diagonal
clouds
over
the
Albishorn
and
water
inert
in
the
low
places
.
Zurich
is
not
unlike
an
American
city
.
Missing
something
ever
since
his
arrival
two
days
before
,
Dick
perceived
that
it
was
the
sense
he
had
had
in
finite
French
lanes
that
there
was
nothing
more
.
In
Zurich
there
was
a
lot
besides
Zurich
—
the
roofs
upled
the
eyes
to
tinkling
cow
pastures
,
which
in
turn
modified
hilltops
further
up
—
so
life
was
a
perpendicular
starting
off
to
a
postcard
heaven
.
The
Alpine
lands
,
home
of
the
toy
and
the
funicular
,
the
merry
-
go
-
round
and
the
thin
chime
,
were
not
a
being
HERE
,
as
in
France
with
French
vines
growing
over
one
’
s
feet
on
the
ground
.
In
Salzburg
once
Dick
had
felt
the
superimposed
quality
of
a
bought
and
borrowed
century
of
music
;
once
in
the
laboratories
of
the
university
in
Zurich
,
delicately
poking
at
the
cervical
of
a
brain
,
he
had
felt
like
a
toy
-
maker
rather
than
like
the
tornado
who
had
hurried
through
the
old
red
buildings
of
Hopkins
,
two
years
before
,
unstayed
by
the
irony
of
the
gigantic
Christ
in
the
entrance
hall
.
Yet
he
had
decided
to
remain
another
two
years
in
Zurich
,
for
he
did
not
underestimate
the
value
of
toy
-
making
,
in
infinite
precision
,
of
infinite
patience
.
To
-
day
he
went
out
to
see
Franz
Gregorovius
at
Dohmler
’
s
clinic
on
the
Zurichsee
.
Franz
,
resident
pathologist
at
the
clinic
,
a
Vaudois
by
birth
,
a
few
years
older
than
Dick
,
met
him
at
the
tram
stop
.
He
had
a
dark
and
magnificent
aspect
of
Cagliostro
about
him
,
contrasted
with
holy
eyes
;
he
was
the
third
of
the
Gregoroviuses
—
his
grandfather
had
instructed
Krapaelin
when
psychiatry
was
just
emerging
from
the
darkness
of
all
time
.
In
personality
he
was
proud
,
fiery
,
and
sheeplike
—
he
fancied
himself
as
a
hypnotist
.
If
the
original
genius
of
the
family
had
grown
a
little
tired
,
Franz
would
without
doubt
become
a
fine
clinician
.
On
the
way
to
the
clinic
he
said
:
"
Tell
me
of
your
experiences
in
the
war
.
Are
you
changed
like
the
rest
?
You
have
the
same
stupid
and
unaging
American
face
,
except
I
know
you
’
re
not
stupid
,
Dick
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
see
any
of
the
war
—
you
must
have
gathered
that
from
my
letters
,
Franz
.
"
"
That
doesn
’
t
matter
—
we
have
some
shell
-
shocks
who
merely
heard
an
air
raid
from
a
distance
.
We
have
a
few
who
merely
read
newspapers
.
"
"
It
sounds
like
nonsense
to
me
.
"
