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Nor
known
,
nor
smelt
,
nor
tasted
,
he
might
have
added
;
only
hot
-
cheeked
girls
in
hot
secret
rooms
.
The
young
maidens
he
had
known
at
New
Haven
in
1914
kissed
men
,
saying
"
There
!
"
,
hands
at
the
man
’
s
chest
to
push
him
away
.
Now
there
was
this
scarcely
saved
waif
of
disaster
bringing
him
the
essence
of
a
continent
.
.
.
.
It
was
May
when
he
next
found
her
.
The
luncheon
in
Zurich
was
a
council
of
caution
;
obviously
the
logic
of
his
life
tended
away
from
the
girl
;
yet
when
a
stranger
stared
at
her
from
a
nearby
table
,
eyes
burning
disturbingly
like
an
uncharted
light
,
he
turned
to
the
man
with
an
urbane
version
of
intimidation
and
broke
the
regard
.
"
He
was
just
a
peeper
,
"
he
explained
cheerfully
.
"
He
was
just
looking
at
your
clothes
.
Why
do
you
have
so
many
different
clothes
?
"
"
Sister
says
we
’
re
very
rich
,
"
she
offered
humbly
.
"
Since
Grandmother
is
dead
.
"
"
I
forgive
you
.
"
He
was
enough
older
than
Nicole
to
take
pleasure
in
her
youthful
vanities
and
delights
,
the
way
she
paused
fractionally
in
front
of
the
hall
mirror
on
leaving
the
restaurant
,
so
that
the
incorruptible
quicksilver
could
give
her
back
to
herself
.
He
delighted
in
her
stretching
out
her
hands
to
new
octaves
now
that
she
found
herself
beautiful
and
rich
.
He
tried
honestly
to
divorce
her
from
any
obsession
that
he
had
stitched
her
together
—
glad
to
see
her
build
up
happiness
and
confidence
apart
from
him
;
the
difficulty
was
that
,
eventually
,
Nicole
brought
everything
to
his
feet
,
gifts
of
sacrificial
ambrosia
,
of
worshipping
myrtle
.
The
first
week
of
summer
found
Dick
re
-
established
in
Zurich
.
He
had
arranged
his
pamphlets
and
what
work
he
had
done
in
the
Service
into
a
pattern
from
which
he
intended
to
make
his
revise
of
"
A
Psychology
for
Psychiatrists
.
"
He
thought
he
had
a
publisher
;
he
had
established
contact
with
a
poor
student
who
would
iron
out
his
errors
in
German
.
Franz
considered
it
a
rash
business
,
but
Dick
pointed
out
the
disarming
modesty
of
the
theme
.
"
This
is
stuff
I
’
ll
never
know
so
well
again
,
"
he
insisted
.
"
I
have
a
hunch
it
’
s
a
thing
that
only
fails
to
be
basic
because
it
’
s
never
had
material
recognition
.
The
weakness
of
this
profession
is
its
attraction
for
the
man
a
little
crippled
and
broken
.
Within
the
walls
of
the
profession
he
compensates
by
tending
toward
the
clinical
,
the
‘
practical
’
—
he
has
won
his
battle
without
a
struggle
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
you
are
a
good
man
,
Franz
,
because
fate
selected
you
for
your
profession
before
you
were
born
.
You
better
thank
God
you
had
no
‘
bent
’
—
I
got
to
be
a
psychiatrist
because
there
was
a
girl
at
St
.
Hilda
’
s
in
Oxford
that
went
to
the
same
lectures
.
Maybe
I
’
m
getting
trite
but
I
don
’
t
want
to
let
my
current
ideas
slide
away
with
a
few
dozen
glasses
of
beer
.
"
