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He
sat
down
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
Helmholtz
Watson
was
writing
when
the
message
came
down
.
"
Tell
him
I
’
m
coming
at
once
,
"
he
said
and
hung
up
the
receiver
.
Then
,
turning
to
his
secretary
,
"
I
’
ll
leave
you
to
put
my
things
away
,
"
he
went
on
in
the
same
official
and
impersonal
tone
;
and
,
ignoring
her
lustrous
smile
,
got
up
and
walked
briskly
to
the
door
.
He
was
a
powerfully
built
man
,
deep
-
chested
,
broad
-
shouldered
,
massive
,
and
yet
quick
in
his
movements
,
springy
and
agile
.
The
round
strong
pillar
of
his
neck
supported
a
beautifully
shaped
head
.
His
hair
was
dark
and
curly
,
his
features
strongly
marked
.
In
a
forcible
emphatic
way
,
he
was
handsome
and
looked
,
as
his
secretary
was
never
tired
of
repeating
,
every
centimetre
an
Alpha
Plus
.
By
profession
he
was
a
lecturer
at
the
College
of
Emotional
Engineering
(
Department
of
Writing
)
and
the
intervals
of
his
educational
activities
,
a
working
Emotional
Engineer
.
He
wrote
regularly
for
The
Hourly
Radio
,
composed
feely
scenarios
,
and
had
the
happiest
knack
for
slogans
and
hypnopædic
rhymes
.
"
Able
,
"
was
the
verdict
of
his
superiors
.
"
Perhaps
,
(
and
they
would
shake
their
heads
,
would
significantly
lower
their
voices
)
"
a
little
too
able
.
"
Yes
,
a
little
too
able
;
they
were
right
.
A
mental
excess
had
produced
in
Helmholtz
Watson
effects
very
similar
to
those
which
,
in
Bernard
Marx
,
were
the
result
of
a
physical
defect
.
Too
little
bone
and
brawn
had
isolated
Bernard
from
his
fellow
men
,
and
the
sense
of
this
apartness
,
being
,
by
all
the
current
standards
,
a
mental
excess
,
became
in
its
turn
a
cause
of
wider
separation
.
That
which
had
made
Helmholtz
so
uncomfortably
aware
of
being
himself
and
all
alone
was
too
much
ability
.
What
the
two
men
shared
was
the
knowledge
that
they
were
individuals
.
But
whereas
the
physically
defective
Bernard
had
suffered
all
his
life
from
the
consciousness
of
being
separate
,
it
was
only
quite
recently
that
,
grown
aware
of
his
mental
excess
,
Helmholtz
Watson
had
also
become
aware
of
his
difference
from
the
people
who
surrounded
him
.
This
Escalator
-
Squash
champion
,
this
indefatigable
lover
(
it
was
said
that
he
had
had
six
hundred
and
forty
different
girls
in
under
four
years
)
,
this
admirable
committee
man
and
best
mixer
had
realized
quite
suddenly
that
sport
,
women
,
communal
activities
were
only
,
so
far
as
he
was
concerned
,
second
bests
.
Really
,
and
at
the
bottom
,
he
was
interested
in
something
else
.
But
in
what
?
In
what
?
That
was
the
problem
which
Bernard
had
come
to
discuss
with
him
–
or
rather
,
since
it
was
always
Helmholtz
who
did
all
the
talking
,
to
listen
to
his
friend
discussing
,
yet
once
more
.
Three
charming
girls
from
the
Bureau
of
Propaganda
by
Synthetic
Voice
waylaid
him
as
he
stepped
out
of
the
lift
.
"
Oh
,
Helmholtz
,
darling
,
do
come
and
have
a
picnic
supper
with
us
on
Exmoor
.
"
They
clung
round
him
imploringly
.
He
shook
his
head
,
he
pushed
his
way
through
them
.
"
No
,
no
.
"
