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Show - 2 0 6 - his Salt Lake boarding house, continued s t i l l more a f t e r his marriage and the b i r t h of t h e i r child, had begun, but i t had not been completed. The Teacher was too immature s t i l l to understand that interrupted reconciliation is the essance of tragedy. The Professor's memories carried him past Daly City, past the turnoff to San Bruno and Mlllbrae and San Mateo. As he slowed to drive through the center of Woodside, they turned to this problem of tragedy that had occupied him for the last fifteen years. Death, he had come to see as the great interrupter. It was death that lay a t the heart of the labyrinth, along with i t s symbols, the double-headed axe and the cross. Death was not in i t s e l f tragic, however; i t was tragic only when i t interrupted virtue - most tragic x-xhen it allowed virtue to interrupt i t s e l f. Driving down Sandhill Road from the highway, i t occured to him that he had allowed SCXXBHBI£ his thoughts to wander from his sister-in-law, lying in her hospital bed, not more than two miles d i s t a n t ; and he wondered why they had done so. Was i t some kind of self-protective gesture of the mind? Or was i t some inherent weakness of character? Was i t possible that he was incapable of confronting death? He made up his mind as he crossed Santa Cruz Avenue and approached the hospital that he xrould t e s t himself today. Much as he disliked v i s i t i n g hospitals and attending funerals, he would not evade any d e t a i l of today's experience with i l l - |
