Android Karenina Part 21

"Darya Alexandrovna," he said, now looking straight into Dolly's kindly, troubled face, and feeling that his tongue was being loosened in spite of himself, "I would give a great deal for doubt to be still possible. When I doubted, I was miserable, but it was better than now. When I doubted, I had hope; but now there is no hope, and still I doubt of everything. I am in such doubt of everything that I even hate my son, and sometimes do not believe he is my son. I am very unhappy."

He had no need to say that. Darya Alexandrovna had seen that as soon as he glanced into her face; and she felt sorry for him, and her faith in the innocence of her friend began to totter.

Karenin's inner voice for once was silent, and he was glad for that-he could bear, he thought, this woman's childish pity, but not the ruthless disdain of the Face.

"Oh, this is awful, awful! But can it be true that you are resolved on a divorce?"

"I am resolved on extreme measures. There is nothing else for me to do."

"Nothing else to do, nothing else to do . . . ," Dolly echoed, with tears in her eyes.

"Nothing else? Nothing?" came the third echo, this from Dolichka, parroting her mistress in sad, mechanical tones. came the third echo, this from Dolichka, parroting her mistress in sad, mechanical tones.

OH BUT THERE IS SOMETHING, came the brutal dead whisper of the Face.

OH BUT THERE IS.

DIVORCE HER? YOU MUST Kl- "No! It is enough!!" said Karenin, with a force shocking to Dolly. "I shall divorce her, and that is all!"

"No, it is awful! She will be no one's wife, she will be lost!"

"What can I do?" said Alexei Alexandrovich, raising his shoulders and his eyebrows. "I am very grateful for your sympathy, but I must be going," he said, getting up.

"No, wait a minute. You must not ruin her. Wait a little; I will tell you about myself. I was married, and my husband deceived me; in anger and jealousy, I would have thrown away everything, I would myself. . . But I came to myself again; and who did it? Anna saved me. And here I am living on. The children are growing up, my husband has come back to his family, and feels his fault, is growing purer, better, and I live on. . . . I have forgiven it, and you ought to forgive!"

Alexei Alexandrovich heard her, but her words had no effect on him now. All the hatred of that day when he had resolved on a divorce had sprung up again in his soul. He shook himself, and said in a shrill, loud voice: "Forgive I cannot, and do not wish to, and I regard it as wrong. You must understand that divorce is not the worst I can do to her, but the best she might hope for. I have done everything for this woman, and she has trodden it all in the mud to which she is akin. I am not a spiteful man, I have never hated anyone, but I hate her with my whole soul, and I cannot even forgive her, because I hate her too much for all the wrong she has done me!"

"Love those who hate you. . . ." Darya Alexandrovna whispered timorously.

When he spoke in response his natural speaking voice was displaced with the cruel rasp of the Face, speaking out from his mouth.

"NO," he said. he said. "HATE THEM MORE." "HATE THEM MORE."

And turning on his heel, he left Dolly there to shudder and to whisper to Dolichka, exactly as others had whispered before: "What is he?"

Meanwhile Karenin himself gathered his coat and hat and stopped at the door, glaring icily at the two old intellectuals, who still sat over their drained bowls of soup, parsing the question of robot intelligence.

"I might humbly suggest, gentlemen, you spend too much effort debating these ancient and intricate questions. In short order, the issue will be . . . let us say . . . moot."

And then, Alexei Alexandrovich quietly took leave and went away.

CHAPTER 7.

WHEN THE GROUP finished eating and rose from the table, Levin would have liked to follow Kitty into the drawing room, but he was afraid she might dislike this as too obviously paying her attention. He remained in the little ring of men, taking part in the general conversation, and without looking at Kitty, he was aware of her movements, her looks, and the place where she was in the drawing room. finished eating and rose from the table, Levin would have liked to follow Kitty into the drawing room, but he was afraid she might dislike this as too obviously paying her attention. He remained in the little ring of men, taking part in the general conversation, and without looking at Kitty, he was aware of her movements, her looks, and the place where she was in the drawing room.

"I thought you were going toward the piano," he said, at last approaching her. "That's something I miss in the country-music."

She rewarded him with a smile that was like a gift. "What do they want to argue for? No one ever convinces anyone, you know."

"Yes, that's true," said Levin. "It generally happens that one argues hotly simply because one can't make out what one's opponent wants to prove."

And with that the two in the drawing room, with their beloved-companions standing back a deferential distance, closed their eyes against the discussion in the other room, and felt at once that all the world was theirs alone. Kitty, going up to a game table, sat down, and, taking up a mini-blade, began drawing diverging circles over the new acetate surface.

They began on another of the subjects that had been started at dinner-the liberty and occupations of women. Levin was of the opinion of Darya Alexandrovna that a girl who did not marry should find a woman's duties in a family: that of pet.i.te mecanicienne of pet.i.te mecanicienne, maintaining the Cla.s.s Is of the household.

"No," said Kitty, blus.h.i.+ng, but looking at him all the more boldly with her truthful eyes, "a girl may be so positioned that she cannot live in the family without humiliation, while she herself. . ."

At the hint he understood her.

"Oh, yes," he said. "Yes, yes, yes-you're right, you're right!"

Socrates and Tatiana exchanged a knowing look, and then both enacted an exceedingly rare gesture, in tacit acknowledgment of the powerful mood of intimacy blossoming between their respective masters: reaching up at the same moment beneath their chins, they put themselves in Surcease.

A silence followed. She was still tracing shapes with the blade on the table. Kitty's eyes were s.h.i.+ning with a soft light. Under the influence of her mood he felt in all his being a continually growing tension of happiness.

"Ah! I've scratched figures all over the acetate!" she said, and, laying down the little blade, she made a movement as though to get up.

"What! Shall I be left alone-without her?" he thought with horror, and he took the knife. "Wait a minute," he said, sitting down to the table. "I've long wanted to ask you one thing."

He looked straight into her caressing, though frightened eyes.

"Please, ask it."

"Here," he said, and he carved the initial letters: w, y, t, m, i, c, n, b, d, t, m, n, o, t. w, y, t, m, i, c, n, b, d, t, m, n, o, t. These letters meant: These letters meant: When you told me it could never be, did that mean never, or then? When you told me it could never be, did that mean never, or then? There seemed no likelihood that she could make out this complicated sentence; among the thousands of miraculous innovations groznium had gifted to the Russian people, mind-reading remained as impossible as it was in the time of the Tsars. There seemed no likelihood that she could make out this complicated sentence; among the thousands of miraculous innovations groznium had gifted to the Russian people, mind-reading remained as impossible as it was in the time of the Tsars.

But Levin looked at her as though his life depended on her understanding the words. She glanced at him seriously, then leaned her puckered brow on her hands and began to read. Once or twice she stole a look at him, as though asking him, Is it what I think? Is it what I think?

"I understand," she said, flus.h.i.+ng a little.

"What is this word?" he said, pointing to the n n that stood for that stood for never. never.

"It means never" never" she said, "but that's not true!" she said, "but that's not true!"

He quickly laid down another sheet of acetate, gave her the blade, and stood up. She scratched: t, i, c, n, a, d. t, i, c, n, a, d.

Dolly was completely relieved of the depression caused by her conversation with Alexei Alexandrovich when she caught sight of the four figures Tatiana and Socrates in their meaningful Surcease; Kitty with the penknife in her hand, with a shy and happy smile looking upward at Levin; and his handsome figure bending over the table with glowing eyes fastened one minute on the table and the next on her.

He was suddenly radiant: he had understood. It meant: Then I could not answer differently. Then I could not answer differently.

He glanced at her questioningly, timidly.

"Only then?"

"Yes," her smile answered.

"And n . . . and now?" he asked.

"Well, read this. I'll tell you what I should like-should like so much!" she etched the initial letters: i, y, c, fa, fw, h. i, y, c, fa, fw, h. This meant: This meant: if you could forget and forgive what happened. if you could forget and forgive what happened. He s.n.a.t.c.hed the knife with nervous, trembling fingers, and wrote the initial letters of the following phrase: He s.n.a.t.c.hed the knife with nervous, trembling fingers, and wrote the initial letters of the following phrase: I have nothing to forget and forgive; I have never ceased to love you. I have nothing to forget and forgive; I have never ceased to love you.

She glanced at him with a smile that did not waver.

"I understand," she said in a whisper.

He sat down and scratched out a long phrase, requiring him to roll out a third sheet of acetate. She understood it all, and without asking him, "Is it this?" took the blade and at once answered.

For a long while he could not understand what she had written, and often looked into her eyes. He was stupefied with happiness. He could not supply the word she had meant; but in her charming eyes, beaming with happiness, he saw all he needed to know. And he scratched out three letters. But he had hardly finished writing when she read them over her arm, and herself finished and wrote the answer, Yes. Yes.

Levin rose, beaming, and escorted Kitty to the door, their two revivified Cla.s.s Ills trailing behind, arm in arm.

In their conversation everything had been said; it had been said that she loved him, and that she would tell her father and mother that he would come tomorrow morning.

CHAPTER 8.

THE STREETS WERE STILL EMPTY the next morning, when Levin went to the house of the Shcherbatskys. The visitors' doors were closed and everyone was asleep. He walked back, went into his room again, and ordered coffee from the II/Samovar/1(8). Levin tried to drink coffee and put some roll in his mouth, but his mouth was quite at a loss what to do with the roll. Instead he put on his coat and went out again for a walk. It was nine o'clock when he reached the Shcherbatskys' steps the second time. In the house they were only just up, and he watched as the II/Cook/89 motored off toward the market. He had to get through at least two hours more. the next morning, when Levin went to the house of the Shcherbatskys. The visitors' doors were closed and everyone was asleep. He walked back, went into his room again, and ordered coffee from the II/Samovar/1(8). Levin tried to drink coffee and put some roll in his mouth, but his mouth was quite at a loss what to do with the roll. Instead he put on his coat and went out again for a walk. It was nine o'clock when he reached the Shcherbatskys' steps the second time. In the house they were only just up, and he watched as the II/Cook/89 motored off toward the market. He had to get through at least two hours more.

All that night and morning Levin lived perfectly unconsciously, and felt perfectly lifted out of the conditions of material life. He had eaten nothing for a whole day, had not slept for two nights, had spent several hours undressed in the frozen air, and felt not simply fresher and stronger than ever, but utterly independent of his body; he moved without muscular effort, and felt as if he could do anything. He was convinced he could fly upward or lift the corner of the house, if need be. He spent the remainder of the time in the street, incessantly looking at his wrist-borne I/Hourprotector/8 and gazing about him.

And what he saw then, he never saw again after. The children, especially going to school, the bluish doves flying down from the roofs to the pavement, and the little loaves covered with flour, thrust out by an unseen hand, touched him. Those loaves, those doves, and those two boys were not earthly creatures. It all happened at the same time: a boy ran toward a dove and glanced smiling at Levin; the dove, with a whir of her wings, darted away, flas.h.i.+ng in the sun amid grains of snow that quivered in the air, while from a little window there came a smell of fresh-baked bread, and the loaves were put out. All of this together was so extraordinarily nice that Levin laughed and cried with delight. Going a long way round by Gazetny Place and Kislovka, he went back again to the hotel, and putting the Hourprotector before him, he sat down to wait for twelve o'clock. In the next room they were talking about some new sort of Ministry policy being spoken of, something about a registry-was that what they said, registry?-of Cla.s.s III robots, some sort of improvement project . . . none of it mattered. Not to Levin. He could hardly believe that these men did not realize that the dial of the Hourprotector was approaching twelve.

At last the hour was at hand. Levin went out onto the steps, and hired a sledge; the II/Coachman/47-T knew the Shcherbatskys' house, and drew up at the entrance with a curve of his flexible effector and a hearty, resonant "Ho!" "Ho!" The Shcherbatskys' household Cla.s.s IIs, Levin knew, were not programmed for emotional sensitivity, but it was obvious to Levin that the II/Porter/42 certainly knew all about everything-there was something so cheery in the red glow of its faceplate, something positively mischievous in the way it intoned: The Shcherbatskys' household Cla.s.s IIs, Levin knew, were not programmed for emotional sensitivity, but it was obvious to Levin that the II/Porter/42 certainly knew all about everything-there was something so cheery in the red glow of its faceplate, something positively mischievous in the way it intoned: "Enter, sir . . . enter, sir . . ."

As soon as he entered, swift, swift, light steps sounded on the parquet, and his bliss, his life, himself-what was best in himself, what he had so long sought and longed for-was quickly, so quickly approaching him. She did not walk, but seemed, by some unseen force, to float to him, Tatiana trailing behind her with a tinkling snippet of Chopin playing from her Third Bay. But he could hardly hear the gentle strains, indeed hardly noticed the Cla.s.s III, for he saw nothing but his darling's clear and truthful eyes, frightened by the same bliss of love that flooded his heart. Those eyes were s.h.i.+ning nearer and nearer, blinding him with their light of love. She stopped still close to him, touching him. Her hands rose and dropped onto his shoulders.

She had done all she could-she had run up to him and given herself up entirely, shy and happy. He put his arms round her and pressed his lips to her mouth that sought his kiss.

She too had not slept all night, and had been expecting him all the morning.

Her mother and father had consented without demurring, and were happy in her happiness. She had been waiting for him. She wanted to be the first to tell him her happiness and his. "Let us go to Mamma!" she said, taking him by the hand. For a long while he could say nothing, not so much because he was afraid of desecrating the loftiness of his emotion by a word, as that every time he tried to say something, instead of words he felt that tears of happiness were welling up. He took her hand and kissed it.

"Can it be true?" Levin said at last in a choked voice, straightening up. "I can't believe you love me, dear!"

She smiled at that "dear," and at the timidity with which he glanced at her.

"Yes!" she said significantly, deliberately. "I am so happy!"

And then Socrates motored into the room, and Levin was startled, for the first time realizing that in his clouded, joyous state he had left his beloved-companion behind at the hotel. He blushed and lowered his head, and his embarra.s.sment and shame were only compounded when Socrates explained what had befallen him on the way.

"I was detained by a man some sort of man some sort of man, a man with a mustache a man a man," Socrates intoned in an agitated rush, his eyebank flickering wildly. Socrates intoned in an agitated rush, his eyebank flickering wildly. "He said he was from the Ministry, from Enforcement." "He said he was from the Ministry, from Enforcement."

"A Caretaker?" Levin began, taken aback; he had never seen his oft-agitated Cla.s.s III quite so agitated as this.

"Not a Caretaker. No IIs with him. His uniform was of a kind I did not recognize. He took my information, and then then then then . . ."

"Socrates?" Levin said again, his confusion deepening into anxiety and fear.

"He said unaccompanied Cla.s.s Ills will be no longer allowed to pa.s.s unescorted."

"What?!"

Levin was startled by such a report, but Kitty, in her childish and charming innocence, was merely affronted. "Well, who was this man with his little mustache, to talk such foolishness!" she t.i.ttered, and Tatiana nodded, though hesitantly-for she understood, as only another android could, the depth of cold mechanical terror reflected in Socrates' eyebank.

The prince and princess then entered, and in half an hour the man with the mustache was entirely forgotten, and the wedding planning had begun.

CHAPTER 9.

GOING OVER IN HIS memory the conversations that had taken place during and after dinner, Alexei Alexandrovich returned to his solitary sub-bas.e.m.e.nt laboratory in the Moscow Tower. Darya Alexandrovna's words about forgiveness had aroused in him a queer pity, but from the Face it had earned nothing but contempt. Indeed, the Face continually recalled to him the phrase of that stupid, good-natured Turovtsin- memory the conversations that had taken place during and after dinner, Alexei Alexandrovich returned to his solitary sub-bas.e.m.e.nt laboratory in the Moscow Tower. Darya Alexandrovna's words about forgiveness had aroused in him a queer pity, but from the Face it had earned nothing but contempt. Indeed, the Face continually recalled to him the phrase of that stupid, good-natured Turovtsin-"Acted like a man, he did! Called him out and blasted him!" Everyone had apparently shared this feeling, though from politeness they had not expressed it. Everyone had apparently shared this feeling, though from politeness they had not expressed it.

AND YOU-YOU WITH SUCH POWER . . .

"But the matter is settled, it's useless thinking about it," Alexei Alexandrovich replied bitterly. He sat down at his desk, tried to turn his energies to the monumental task ahead of him: the long logistical effort of identifying the Cla.s.s Ills, of gathering them up, of implementing the necessary changes in appearance, in circuitry . . .

IN LOYALTY. . .

"Two communiques," said a II/Porter/7e62, buzzing into the room. said a II/Porter/7e62, buzzing into the room. "Beg pardon, excellency, two communiques . . . two . . ." "Beg pardon, excellency, two communiques . . . two . . ."

Alexei Alexandrovich impatiently ordered them transferred to his desk-mounted monitor; the first was the announcement of Stremov's appointment to the very post Karenin had coveted, as overseer of the final phase of the Project. Alexei Alexandrovich trembled in his seat.

YOU CANNOT ALLOW.

"I know."

NOT NOW.

"I know!" Stremov could not be allowed to take over the Project, he would ruin everything . . . but his colleagues in the Higher Branches had spoken.

If Karenin could not undo the appointment . . .

YOU MUST UNDO STREMOV.

Alexei Alexandrovich stabbed the monitor into silence, and flus.h.i.+ng a little, got up and began to pace up and down the room shouting "Quos vult perdere dementat!" "Quos vult perdere dementat!" He was furious that he had not received the post, that he had been conspicuously pa.s.sed over; and it was incomprehensible, amazing to him that they did not see that the wordy phrasemonger Stremov was the last man fit for it. He was furious that he had not received the post, that he had been conspicuously pa.s.sed over; and it was incomprehensible, amazing to him that they did not see that the wordy phrasemonger Stremov was the last man fit for it.