The Final Circle of Paradise

"I can sympathize with her," I said. "But it did always seem to me that Levant was in love with that… Pina."

"In love?" exclaimed the Master, coming around from my other side. "Of course he loved her! Madly! As only a lonely, rejected-by-all man can love."

"And so it was quite natural that after the death of Pina, he sought consolation with her best friend."

"Her bosom friend, yes," said the Master approvingly, while tickling me behind the ear. "Mirosa adored Pina! It's a very accurate term – bosom friend! One senses a literary man in you at once! And Pina, too, adored Mirosa."

"But, you notice," I picked up, "that. right from the beginning Pina suspected that Mirosa was infatuated with Levant."

"Well, of course! They are extremely sensitive about such things. This was clear to everyone – my wife noticed it at once. I recollect that she would nudge me with her elbow each time Pina alighted on Mirosa's tousled head, and so coyly and expectantly looked at Levant."

This time I kept my peace.

"In general, I am profoundly convinced," he continued, "that birds feel no less sensitively than people."

Aha, thought I, and said, "I don't know about birds in general, but Pina was a lot more sensitive than let's say even you or I."

Something bummed briefly over my head, and there was a soft clink of metal.

"You speak like my wife, word for word," observed the Master, "so you most probably must like Dan. I was overcome when he was able to construct a bunkin for that Japanese noblewoman… can't think of her name. After all, not one person believed Dan. The Japanese king, himself…"

"I beg your pardon," I said. "A bunkin?"

"Yes, of course, you are not a specialist… You remember that moment when the Japanese noblewoman comes out of prison.

Her hair, in a high roller of blond hair, is ornamented with precious combs…"

"Aah," I guessed. "It's a coiffure."

"Yes, it even became fashionable for a time last year.

Although a true bunkin could be made by a very few… even as a real chignon, by the way. And, of course, no one could believe that Dan, with his burned hands and half-blind… Do you remember how he was blinded?"

"It was overpowering," I said.

"Oh yes, Dan was a true Master. To make a bunkin without electro-preparation, without biodevelopment… You know, I just had a thought," he continued, and there was a note of excitement in his voice. "It just struck me that Mirosa, after she parts with that literary guy, should marry Dan and not Levant. She will be wheeling him out on the veranda in his chair, and they will be listening to the singing nightingales in the moonlight – the two of them together."

"And crying quietly out of sheer happiness," I said.

"Yes," the voice of the Master broke, "that would be only right. Otherwise I just don't know, I just don't understand, what all our struggles are for. No… we must insist. I'll go to the union this very day…"

I kept quiet, again. The Master was breathing uneasily by my ear.

"Let them go and shave at the automates," he said suddenly in a vengeful tone, "let them look like plucked geese. We let them have a taste once before of what it's like; now we'll see how they appreciate it."

"I am afraid it won't be simple," I said cautiously, not – having the vaguest idea of what this was about.

"We Masters are used to the complicated. It's not all that simple – when a fat and sweaty stuffed shirt comes to you, and you have to make a human being out of him, or at the very best, something which under normal circumstances does not differ too much from a human being… is that simple? Remember what Dan said: 'Woman gives birth to a human being once in nine months, but we Masters have to do it every day.' Aren't those magnificent words?"

"Dan was talking about barbers?" I said, just in case.

"Dan was talking about Masters. 'The beauty of the world rests on our shoulders,' he would say. And again, do you remember: 'In order to make a man out of an ape, Darwin had to be an excellent Master.'"

I decided to capitulate and confess.

"This I don't remember."

"How long have you been watching 'Rose of the Salon'?"

"Well, I have arrived just recently."

"Aah, then you have missed a lot. My wife and I have been watching the program for seven years, every Tuesday. We missed only one show; I had an attack and lost consciousness. But in the whole town there is only one man who hasn't missed even one show – Master Mille at the Central Salon."

He moved off a few paces, turned various colored lights on and off, and resumed his work.

"The seventh year," he repeated. "And now – can you imagine – the year before last they kill off Mirosa and throw Levant into a Japanese prison for life, while Dan is burned at the stake. Can you visualize that?"

"It's impossible," I said. "Dan? At the stake? Although it's true that they burned Bruno at the stake, too."

"It's possible," he said with impatience. "In any case, it became clear to us that they want to fold up the program fast.