...The School, Continued
I forgot to mention Billy Brandtís father who was knifed fatally
grappled with a masked intruder in his home.
One day, we had a discussion in class. They asked me, where did
go? The trees, the salamander, the tropical fish, Edgar, the poppas and
mommas, Matthew and Tony, where did they go? And I said, I donít know, I
donít know. And they said, who knows? and I said, nobody knows. And they
said, is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said no, life is
gives meaning to life. Then they said, but isnít death, considered as a
fundamental datum, the means by which the taken-for-granted mundanity of
the everyday may be transcended in the direction of Ė
I said, yes, maybe.
They said, we donít like it.
I said, thatís sound.
They said, itís a bloody shame!
I said, it is.
They said, will you make love now with Helen (our teaching
that we can see how it is done? We know you like Helen.
I do like Helen but I said that I would not.
Weíve heard so much about it, they said, but weíve never seen
I said I would be fired and that it was never, or almost
never, done as a
demonstration. Helen looked out the window.
They said, please, please make love with Helen, we require an
of value, we are frightened.
I said that they shouldnít be frightened (although I am often
and that there was value everywhere. Helen came and embraced me. I kissed
her a few times on the brow. We held each other. The children were
Then there was a knock on the door, I opened the door, and the new gerbil
walked in. The children cheered wildly.
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