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〃Speech is sharing — a cooperative art。 You're not sharing； merely egoizing。〃
The thin； vigorous harmonies of the orchestra sounded down the hall。
〃You didn't see that for yourself； it wasn't spontaneous。 I've read something very like it in a book。〃
Shevek stared at the director。 〃What book？ Is there one here？〃
The director stood up。 He was about twice as tall and three times as heavy as his opponent； and it was clear in his face that he disliked the child intensely； but there was no threat of physical violence in his stance； only an assertion of authority； a little weakened by his irritable response to the child's odd question。 〃No！ And stop egoizing！〃 Then he resumed his melodious pedantic tone：
〃This kind of thing is really directly contrary to what we're after in a SpeakingandListening group。 Speech is a twoway function。 Shevek isnt ready to understand that yet； as most of you are； and so his presence is disruptive to the group。 You feel that yourself； dont you； Shevek？ I'd suggest that you find another group working on your level。〃
Nobody else said anything。 The silence and the loud thin music went on while the boy handed back the slate
and made his way out of the circle。 He went off into the corridor and stood there。 The group he had left began； under the director's guidance； a group story； taking turns。 Shevek listened to their subdued voices and to his heart still beating fast There was a singing in his ears which was not the orchestra but the noise that came when you kept yourself from crying； he had observed this singing noise several times before。 He did not like listening to it； and he did not want to think about the rock and the tree； so he turned his mind to the Square。 It was made of numbers； and numbers were always cool and solid； when he was at fault he could turn to them； for they had no fault。 He had seen the Square in his mind a while ago； a design fn space like the designs music made in time： a square of the first nine integers with 5 in the center。 However you added up the rows they came out the same； all inequality balanced out； it was pleasant to look at If only he could make a group that liked to talk about things like that； but there were only a couple of the older boys and girls who did； and they were busy。 What about the book the director had spoken of？ Would it be a book of numbers？ Would it show how the rock got to the tree？ He had been stupid to tell the joke about the rock and the tree； nobody else even saw it was a joke； the director was right。 His head ached。 He looked inward； inward to the calm patterns。
If a book were written all in numbers； it would be true。 It would be just。 Nothing said in words ever came out quite even。 Things in words got twisted and ran together； Instead of staying straight and fitting together。 But underneath the words； at the center； like the center of the Square； it all came out even。 Everything could change； yet nothing would be lost。 If you saw the numbers you could see that； the balance； the pattern。 You saw the foundations of the world。 And they were solid。
Shevek had learned how to wait。 He was good at it； an expert He had first learned the skill waiting for his mother Rulag to e back； though that was so long ago he didn't remember it； and he had perfected it waiting for his turn； waiting to share； waiting for a share。 At the age of eight he asked why and how and what if； but he seldom asked when。
He waited till his father came to take him for a dom visit It was a long wait： six decads。 Palat had taken a
short posting in maintenance in the Water Reclamation Plant in Drum Mountain； and after that he was going to take a decad at the beach in Malennin； where he would swim； and rest； and copulate with a woman named Pipar。 He had explained all this to his son。 Shevek trusted him； and he deserved trust At the end of sixty days he came by the children's dormitories in Wide Plains； a long； thin man with a sadder look than ever。 Copulating was not really what he wanted。 Rulag was。 When he saw the boy； he smiled and his forehead wrinkled in pain。
They took pleasure in each other's pany。
〃Palaf did you ever see any books with all numbers in them？〃
〃What do you mean； mathematics？〃
〃I guess so。〃
〃Like this？〃 Palat took from his overtunic pocket a book。 It was small； meant to be carried in a pocket； and like most books was bound in green with the Circle of Life stamped on the cover。 It was printed very full； with small characters and narrow margins； because paper is a substance that takes a lot of holum trees and a lot of human labor to make； as the supplies dispenser at the learning center always remarked when you botched a page and went to get a new one。 Palat held the book out open to Shevek。 The double page was a series of columns of numbers。 There they were； as he had imagined them。 Into his hands he received the covenant of eternal justice。 〃Logarithmic Tables； Bases 10 and 12〃 said the title on the cover above the Circle of Life。
The little boy studied the first page for some while。
〃What are they for？〃 he asked； for evidently these patterns were presented not only for their beauty。 The engineer； sitting on a hard couch beside him in the cold； poorly lit mon room of the domicile； undertook to explain logarithms to him。 Two old men at the other end of the room cackled over their game of 〃Top 'Em。〃 An adolescent couple came in and asked if the single room was free tonight and went off to it。 Rain hit hard on the metal roofing of the onestorey domicile； and ceased。 It never rained for long。 Palat got out his slide rule and showed Shevek its operation； in return Shevek showed him the Square and the principle of its arrangement。 It was very late when they realized it was late。 They ran through the marvelously rainscented； muddy dark to the children's dormitory； and got a perfunctory scolding from the vigilkeeper。 They kissed quickly； both shaking with laughter； and Shevek ran to the big sleeping room； to the window； from which he could see his father going back down the single street of Wide Plains in the wet； electric dark。
The boy went to bed muddylegged； and dreamed。 He dreamed he was on a road through a bare land。 Far ahead across the road he saw a line。 As he approached it across the plain he saw that it was a wall。 It went from horizon to horizon across the barren land。 It was dense； dark； and very high。 The road ran up to it and was stopped。
He must go on； and he could not go on。 The wall stopped him。 A painful； angry fear rose up in him。 He had to go on or he could never e home again。 But the wall stood there。 There was no way。
He beat at the smooth surface with his hands and yelled at it His voice came out wordless and cawing。 Frightened by the sound of it he cowered down； and then he heard another voice saying； 〃Look。〃 It was his father's voice。 He had an idea his mother Rulag was mere too； though he did not see her （he had no memory of her face）。 It seemed to him that she and Palat were both on all fours in the darkness under the wall； and that they were bulkier than human beings and shaped differently。 They were pointing； showing him something there on the ground； the sour dirt where nothing grew。 A stone lay there。 It was dark like the wall； but on it； or inside it； there was a number； a 5 he thought at first； then took it for 1； then understood what it was—the primal number that was both unity and plurality。 That is the cornerstone；〃 said a voice of dear familiarity； and Shevek was pierced through with joy。 There was no wall in the shadows； and be knew that he had e back； then he went home。
Later he could not recall the details of this dream； but that rush of piercing joy he did not fet。 He had never known anything like it； so certain was its assurance of permanence； like one glimpse of a light that shines steadily； that he never thought of it as unreal though it had been experienced in dream。 Only； however reliably then he could not reattain it either by longing for it or by tfaa act of wffl。 He could only remember ft； waking。 When he dreamed of the wall again； as he sometimes did； the dreams were sullen and without resolution。
They had picked up the idea of 〃prisons〃 from episodes in the Life of
