facing him, and while meditation offered no solution for such problems, it did at least allow him to stop thinking about it. He had been meditating for some ten minutes or so when his wife came into the room, looked at him, and said:
âOh.â She had a way of saying it, a remarkable way. âYou do look ridiculous when you sit like that. I mean, a grown man.â
He smiled apologetically.
âThat cat of yours is acting very strangely.â
âYes. How?â
âDinner is ready.â
âYou were saying about the cat?â
âHe purred.â
âCats do purr.â
âHe purred pleasantly.â
âIâll be with you in a moment,â the professor said. âIâll just wash up.â
He took a tiny plastic envelope from his desk, and went out to the garden, musing over a name. He was neither proud nor obsessed with any desire for immortality, even in the small botonistâs world of the cactus, and he decided that Echinomastus contentii would serve very satisfactorily. The cat came after him mewing with delight as the professor shook a little of the yellow pollen into the plastic envelope..
âI do wonder how the world appears to you,â he said to the cat.
Apparently the cat, purring with pleasure, understood him completely.
âWhat a beautiful, incredible thing you are!â he said to the cactus.
From the house, his wife called to him. âWhat on earth are you up to out there? Who are you talking to?â
âA cactus,â he replied as he came back into the house.
âI donât think thatâs funny. If we could eat one meal where the food doesnât sit around and get cold while you fuss over God knows what to get yourself to the dinner table, I would be a very happy woman. Anyone else can come to dinner when dinner is ready, not you. You always have five things that must be done.â
âIâm afraid so,â the professor agreed.
âAnd I donât want that miserable cat in the room while we eat.â
The cat understood. He regarded his mistress plaintively, and then he marched reluctantly out of the room.
Barbara served the chicken and rice, and then informed him that she had run into Clair Maguire at the shopping center.
âDid you? I do hope you gave her my very best. And to her husband. Heâs a gifted man.â
âTheyâre making him the head of Oriental Studies at U.C.L.A.â
âThatâs just wonderful,â the professor replied.
âItâs more than just wonderful. Itâs forty thousand dollars a year.â
The professor nodded with appreciation.
âI donât think you ever hear me, Timothy,â Barbara said. âI said forty thousand a year.â
âYes. Yes, of course. Itâs a handsome wage.â
âTheyâre moving. Do you want some more rice?â
âNo, thank you.â
âTo Westwood.â
âOh? Well, that will be nice. He can walk to the college.â
âThey bought a ninety-thousand-dollar house. With a swimming pool.â
The professor smiled and nodded.
âTimothy, Timothy,â his wife said, her voice as soft and beguiling as she could make it under the circumstances. âIâm trying to tell you something. Bob Maguire will be the head of the department. They will have an empty chair in Oriental Philosophy, and Clair said he is thinking of you. Itâs thirty thousand dollars a year. Thirty thousand dollars.â
âThatâs very thoughtful of him.â
âIs that all you can say? Itâs double what you make now.â
âWell, a small college has its own problems.â
âBut theyâre not your problems.â
âI just donât know whether I would be very happy at U.C.L.A. Itâs such an enormous place.â
âWell, I do know that I would be very happy in Westwood or Brentwood and driving a decent car instead of that miserable Pinto, and just once,