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Show •302 existentialist, or a clinical psychologist? And that's only a few-how about Gestalt? Or a behaviorist-very popular now. Freedom is an illusion-do you believe that, Buck?" "Sometimes." "Me too." His hands lay palm down on the picnic table; seeing him juggling and knowing how clever they were I had imagined without looking closely that he had Adam's long delicate fingers, but I saw it wasn't so-his palms were broad, the fingers blunt and shorter than mine. "I never noticed," I said. "You've got Alice's hands. I was the one who inherited Adam's. Look." I held up my hands, my father's hands, for him to see. But on the whole he looked far more like Adam than I did, a slightly smaller version of my father, lacking some fine lines, seme of the details that come from being banged around by life for many years. -And when I studied him closer I saw that he did have the beginning of those lines of grief that ran alongside the nose and down to the corners of the mouth on Adam's face. "If you were going to college now, would you get into art or into science?" he said. He stood up and, climbing to the too of the table, did a careful handstand. He had wonderful balance. "What I mean is, where would you go |