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The Utopia of Greed
Then,atdinner,onaneveningwhenhewastoleave,shebecamesuddenlyawareofthepeculiarpleasuresheexperiencedwhilewatchinghimeatthefoodshehadprepared—andsuddenly,involuntarily,asifthatpleasuregaveherarightshedarednotidentify,asifenjoyment,notpain,brokeherresistance,sheheardherselfaskinghim,"Whatisityou’redoingeveryotherevening?"
Heansweredsimply,asifhehadtakenforgrantedthatsheknewit,"Lecturing."
"What?"
"Givingacourseoflecturesonphysics,asIdoeveryyearduringthismonth.It’smy...Whatareyoulaughingat?"heasked,seeingthelookofrelief,ofsilentlaughterthatdidnotseemtobedirectedathiswords—andthen,beforesheanswered,hesmiledsuddenly,asifhehadguessedtheanswer,shesawsomeparticular,intenselypersonalqualityinhissmile,whichwasalmostaqualityofinsolentintimacy—incontrasttothecalmlyimpersonal,casualmannerwithwhichhewenton."Youknowthatthisisthemonthwhenwealltradetheachievementsofourrealprofessions.RichardHalleyistogiveconcerts,KayLudlowistoappearintwoplayswrittenbyauthorswhodonotwritefortheoutsideworld—andIgivelectures,reportingontheworkI’vedoneduringtheyear."
"Freelectures?"
"Certainlynot.It’stendollarsperpersonforthecourse."
"Iwanttohearyou."
Heshookhishead."No.
