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who was to be his surgeon sat on the edge of the bed and talked to him. An assistant was seated quietly in the shadow behind the bed. The examination had been made, and Karenin knew what was before him. He was tired, but serene.

“So I shall die,” he said, “unless you operate?”

Fowler assented.

“And then,” said Karenin, smiling, “probably I shall die.”

“Not certainly.”

“Even if I do not die; shall I be able to work?”

“There is just a chance.⁠ ⁠…”

“So firstly I shall probably die, and if I do not, then perhaps I shall be a useless invalid?”

“I think if you live, you may be able to go on⁠—as you do now.”

“Well, then, I suppose I must take the risk of it. Yet couldn’t you, Fowler, couldn’t you drug me and patch me instead of all this⁠—vivisection? A few days of drugged and active life⁠—and then the end?”

Fowler thought. “We are not sure enough yet to do things like that,” he said.

“But a day is coming when you will be certain.”

Fowler nodded.

“You make me feel as though I was the last of deformity⁠—Deformity is uncertainty⁠—inaccuracy. My body works doubtfully, it is not even sure that it will die or live. I suppose the time is not far off when such bodies as mine will no longer be born into the world.”

“You see,” said Fowler, after a little pause, “it is necessary that spirits such as yours should be born into the world.”

“I suppose,” said Karenin, “that my spirit has had its use. But if you think that is because my body is as it is, I think you are mistaken. There is no peculiar virtue in defect. I have always chafed against⁠—all this. If I could have moved more freely and lived a larger life in health I could have done more. But some day perhaps you will be able to put a body that is wrong altogether right again. Your science is only beginning. It’s a subtler thing than physics and chemistry, and it takes longer to produce its miracles. And meanwhile a few more of us must die in patience.”

“Fine work is being done and much of it,” said Fowler. “I can say as much because I have so little to do with it. I can understand a lesson, appreciate the discoveries of abler men and use my hands, but those others, Pigou, Masterton, Lie, and the others, they are clearing the ground fast for the knowledge to come. Have you had time to follow their work?”

Karenin shook his head. “But I can imagine the scope of it,” he said.

“We have so many men working now,” said Fowler. “I suppose at present there must be at least a thousand thinking hard, observing, experimenting, for one who did so in nineteen hundred.”

“Not counting those who keep the records?”

“Not counting those. Of course, the present indexing of research is in itself a very big work, and it is only now that we are getting it properly done. But already we are feeling the benefit of that. Since it ceased to be a paid employment and became a devotion we have had only those people who obeyed the call of an aptitude at work upon these things. Here⁠—I must show you it today, because it will interest you⁠—we have our copy of the encyclopaedic index⁠—every week sheets are taken out and replaced by fresh sheets with new results that are brought to us by the aeroplanes of the Research Department. It is an index of knowledge that grows continually, an index that becomes continually truer. There was never anything like it before.”

“When I came into the education committee,” said Karenin, “that index of human knowledge seemed an impossible thing. Research had produced a chaotic mountain of results, in a hundred languages and a thousand different types of publication.⁠ ⁠…” He smiled at his memories. “How we groaned at the job!”

“Already the ordering of that chaos is nearly done. You shall see.”

“I have been so busy with my own work⁠—Yes, I shall be glad to see.”

The patient regarded the surgeon for a time with interested eyes.

“You work here always?” he asked abruptly.

“No,” said Fowler.

“But mostly you work here?”

“I have worked about seven years out of the past ten. At times I go away⁠—down there. One has to. At least I have to. There is a sort of grayness comes over all this, one feels hungry for life, real, personal passionate life, lovemaking, eating and drinking for the fun of the thing, jostling crowds, having adventures, laughter⁠—above, all laughter⁠—”

“Yes,” said Karenin understandingly.

“And then one day, suddenly one thinks of these high mountains again.⁠ ⁠…”

“That is how I would have lived, if it had not been for my⁠—defects,” said Karenin. “Nobody knows but those who have borne it the exasperation of abnormality. It will be good when you have nobody alive whose body cannot live the wholesome everyday life, whose spirit cannot come up into these high places as it wills.”

“We shall manage that soon,” said Fowler.

“For endless generations man has struggled upward against the indignities of his body⁠—and the indignities of his soul. Pains, incapacities, vile fears, black moods, despairs. How well I’ve known them. They’ve taken more time than all your holidays. It is true, is it not, that every man is something of a cripple and something of a beast? I’ve dipped a little deeper than most, that’s all. It’s only now, when he has fully learnt the truth of that, that he can take hold of himself to be neither beast nor cripple. Now that he overcomes his servitude to his body, he can for the first time think of living the full life of his body.⁠ ⁠… Before another generation dies you’ll have the thing in hand. You’ll do as you please with the old Adam and all the vestiges from the brutes and reptiles that lurk in his body and spirit. Isn’t that so?”

“You put it boldly,” said Fowler.

Karenin laughed cheerfully at his caution.⁠ ⁠…

“When,” asked Karenin suddenly, “when will you operate?”

“The day after

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