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a pen!” He was so sore that he surpassed himself and yelled even louder, “With or without a pen you’re a prick!”
But I wasn’t offended. I thought this was a whopping epithet and I laughed. If you only put it right you could say
what you liked to me. However, I knew exactly how I made Tomchek and Srole feel. From their side they
inspired me with an unusual thought. This was that History had created something new in the USA, namely
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prestigious honorable profession; that profession had its own high standards and everything was hotsy-totsy until
some impossible exotic like me who couldn’t even keep a wife in line, an idiot with a knack for stringing
sentences together, came and disseminated a sense of wrongdoing. I carried an old accusing smell. It was, if you
see what I mean, totally unhistorical of me. Owing to this I got a filmy side glance from Billy Srole, as if he were
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out! He’d hack me up, he’d chop me into bits with his legal cleaver. Tom-chek’s eyes, unlike Srole’s, needed no
film, for his deeper opinions never reached his gaze. And I was completely dependent upon this fearful pair. In
fact this was part of my ecstasy. It was terrific. Tomchek and Srole were just what I deserved. It was only right
that I should pay a price for coming on so innocent and expecting the protection of those less pure, of people
completely at home in the fallen world. Where did I get off, laying the fallen world on everyone index else! Humboldt
had used his credit as a poet when he was a poet no longer, but only crazy with schemes. And I was doing much
the same thing, for I was really far too canny to claim such unworldliness. I believe the word is disingenuous.
But Tomchek and Srole would set me straight. They had the assistance shop19.html of Denise, Pinsker, Urbanovich, and a
cast of thousands.

“I wish I knew what the hell made you look so pleased,” said Srole.

“Only a thought.”

“Lucky you, with your nice thoughts.”

“But when do we go in?” I said.
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“When the other side comes out.”

“Oh, are watch369.html Denise and Pinsker talking to Urbanovich now? Then I think I’ll go and relax in the courtroom, my feet
are beginning to hurt.” A little of Tomchek and shop250.html Srole went a long way. I wasn’t going to stand chatting with
them until we were summoned. My consciousness couldn’t take much more of them. They quickly tired me.

I refreshed myself by sitting on a wooden bench. I had no book to read, I took this opportunity to meditate
briefly. The object I chose for meditation was a bush covered with roses. I often summoned up this bush, but
sometimes it made its appearance independently. It was filled, it was dense, shop406.html it was choked with tiny dark garnet
roses and fresh healthy leaves. So for the moment I thought “rose”—-”rose” and nothing else. I visualized the
twigs, the roots, the harsh fuzz of the new growth hardening into spikes, plus all the botany I could remember:
phloem xylem cambium chloroplasts soil sun water chemistry, attempting to project myself into the very plant
and to think how its green blood produced a red flower. Ah, but new growth in rosebushes was always red before
it turned green. I recalled very accurately the inset spiral order of rose petals, watch126 the whitey faint bloom over the red
and the slow opening that revealed the germinating center. I concentrated all the faculties of my soul on this
vision and immersed it in the flowers. Then I saw, next to these flowers, a human figure standing. The plant, said
Rudolf Steiner, expressed the pure passionless laws of growth, but the human iphoneケース 手帳型 being, aiming at higher perfection,
assumed a greater burden—instincts, desires, emotions. So a bush was a sleeping life. But mankind took a
chance on the passions. The wager was that the higher powers of the soul could cleanse these passions. Cleansed,
they could be reborn in a finer form. The red of the blood was a symbol of this cleansing process. But even if all
this wasn’t so, to consider the roses always put me into a kind of bliss.

After a while I contemplated something else. I visualized an old black iron Chicago lamppost from forty years
back, the type with a lid like a bullfighter’s hat or a cymbal. Now it was night, there was a blizzard. I was a
young boy and I watched from my bedroom window. It was a winter gale, the wind and snow banged the iron
lamp, and the roses rotated under the light. Steiner recommended the contemplation of a cross wreathed with
roses but for reasons of perhaps Jewish origin I preferred a lamppost. The object didn’t matter as long as you
went out of the sensible world. When you got out of the sensible world, you might feel parts of the soul
awakening that never had been awake before.

I had made quite a lot of progress in this exercise when Denise came out of the chambers and passed through the
swinging gate to join me.

This woman, the mother of my children, though she made so much trouble for me, often reminded me of
something Samuel Johnson had said about pretty ladies: they might be foolish, they might be wicked, but beauty
was of itself very estimable. Denise was in this way estimable. She had big violet eyes and a slender nose. Her
skin was slightly