Well sir, Alexander said, look at it this way. It is this: The grand Fathers bein all hauly-mauly by the likes of us over bump and bumbust and all raggletailed and his poor bumleg all hurty and his grand aura all tarnagled and June bein a bad month for new enterprises and a bad month for old enterprises accordin to the starcharts and like that, we that is to say us the men have a faint intustition that maybe the best is not to come in terms of the grand Father the moon-hanger the eye-in-the-sky the old meister the bey window the bit chammer the gaekwarder the incaling the khando kid the neatzam the shotgun of kyotowing the principal stadtholder the voivode the top wali, this Being, I say, bein九九藏书g a Being of the highest anthropocentrictrac interest, as well as the one who keeps the corn popping from the fine green fields and the like and the like, is maybe being abruised and lese-majestied by us poor galoots over many meters of hard cheese days in and out but even a galoot has a brain to wonder with and what we wonder is to what end? for what purpose? are we right? are we wrong? are we culpable? to what degree? will there be a trial after? official inquiry? court of condemnation? white paper? have you told him? if you have told him what have you told him? how much of the blame if there is blame is ours? ten percent? twenty percent? in excess of that figure? and searching our hearts as we do each morning and evening and also at midday after lunch and after the dishes have been washed, we wonder whither? what for? can the conscience be coggled? are we doing the right thing? and with all the love and respect we have for you Thomas-the-Tall-Standing and for your wisdom which we do not deny for a moment and for your heart -- To put it in the short form, we are dubious.
Oh my, said Thomas. Which?
Alexander, Sam, and Edmund. Requesting permission to speak.
We are helping him through a difficult period, Thomas said, that would be a way of putting it.
You have not resolved our dilemma, said Alexander. If you could give us a statement of purpose, no matte99lib.netr how farfetched or improbable. . . Something we could take back to the boys.
An occasion. Thomas rising.
Well sir, said Alexander, some of the boys have been thinking.
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Your questions are good ones, he said. Your concern is well founded. I can I think best respond by relating an anecdote. You are familiar I take it with the time Martin Luther attempted to sway Franz Joseph Haydn to his cause. He called Haydn on the telephone and said, "Joe, youre the best. I want you to do a piece for us." And Haydn just said, "No way, Marty. No way."
A what?
You have got the centuries all wrong and the telephone should not be in there and anyway I do no九*九*藏*书*网t get the point, said Edmund.
You see! Thomas exclaimed. There it is! Things are not simple. Error is always possible, even with the best intentions in the world. People make mistakes. Things are not done right. Right things are not done. There are cases which are not clear. You must be able to tolerate the anxiety. To do otherwise is to jump ship, ethics-wise.
It is, you might say, a rehearsal.
Well sir, I was coming to that. The issue, Alexander said, is ethical.
Oh my. Local or general?
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Did I not double the rum ration? Thomas asked.
What is it?
A darkening of the truth.
Well what is the issue?
Well sir, I would say it is the pip. Less a sulk than a sourness.
Have some? he asked Thomas.
I hate anxiety, Edmund said. He produced a flask and tilted it.
Then he was struck, as if by a thought.
You did, sir, you did, and we are grateful. Yet --
Yes? What is it they have been thinking?
Me, Edmund said.
What truth and how darkened?
Of course, said Thomas. What is it?
Well sir, said Alexander, the men have a melancholy.
Well sir, we feel maybe we ought not to be doin what we are doin. We feel its a scotomizing, you might say.