"Whereas we" said Dr. Robert, "have always chosen to adapt our economy and technology to human beings-not our human beings to somebody else's economy and technology. We import what we can't make; but we make an import only what we can afford. And what we can afford is limited not merely by our supply of pounds and marks and dollars, but also primarily-primarily" he insisted-"by our wish to be happy, our ambition to become fully human. Scooters, we've decided after carefully looking into the matter, are among the things-the very numerous things-we simply can't afford. Which is something poor little Murugan will have to learn the hard way-seeing that he hasn't learned, and doesn't want to learn, the easy way."
"Which is the easy way?" Will asked.
"Education and reality-revealers. Murugan has had neither.
Or rather he's had the opposite of both. He's had miseducation in Europe-Swiss governesses, English tutors, American movies, everybody's advertisements-and he's had reality eclipsed for him by his mother's brand of spirituality. So it's no wonder he pines for scooters."
"But his subjects, I gather, do not."
"Why should they? They've been taught from infancy to be fully aware of the world, and to enjoy their awareness. And, on top of that, they have been shown the world and themselves and other people as these are illumined and transfigured by reality-revealers. Which helps them, of course, to have an intenser awareness and a more understanding enjoyment, so that the most ordinary things, the most trivial events, are seen as jewels and miracles. Jewels and miracles," he repeated emphatically. "So why should we resort to scooters or whisky or television or Billy Graham or any other of your distractions and compensations?"
" 'Nothing short of everything will really do,' " Will quoted. "I see now what the Old Raja was talking about. You can't be a good economist unless you're also a good psychologist. Or a good engineer without being the right kind of metaphysician."
"And don't forget all the other sciences," said Dr. Robert. "Pharmacology, sociology, physiology, not to mention pure and applied autology, neurotheology, metachemistry, mycomysti-cism, and the ultimate science," he added, looking away so as to be more alone with his thoughts of Lakshmi in the hospital, "the science that sooner or later we shall all have to be examined in- thanatology." He was silent for a moment; then, in another tone, "Well, let's go and get washed up," he said and, opening the blue door, led the way into a long changing room with a row of showers and wash basins at one end and on the opposite wall, tiers of lockers and a large hanging cupboard.
Will took a seat and while his companions lathered themselves at the basins, went on with their conversations "Would it be permissible," he asked, "for a miseducated alien to try a truth-and-beauty pill?"
The answer was another question. "Is your liver in good order?" Dr. Robert enquired.
"Excellent."
"And you don't seem to be more than mildly schizophrenic. So I can't see any counterindication."
"Then I can make the experiment?"
"Whenever you like."
He stepped into the nearest shower stall and turned on the water. Vijaya followed suit.
"Aren't you supposed to be intellectuals?" Will asked when the two men had emerged again and were drying themselves.
"We do intellectual work," Vijaya answered.
"Then why all this horrible honest toil?"
"For a very simple reason: this morning I had some spare time."
"So did I," said Dr. Robert.
"So you went out into the fields and did a Tolstoy act."
Vijaya laughed. "You seem to imagine we do it for ethical reasons."
"Don't you?"
"Certainly not. I do muscular work, because I have muscles; and if I don't use my muscles I shall become a bad-tempered sitting-addict."
"With nothing between the cortex and the buttocks," said Dr. Robert. "Or rather with everything-but in a condition of complete unconsciousness and toxic stagnation. Western intellectuals are all sitting-addicts. That's why most of you are so repulsively unwholesome. In the past even a duke had to do a lot of walking, even a moneylender, even a metaphysician. And when they weren't using their legs, they were jogging about on horses. Whereas now, from the tycoon to his typist, from the logical positivist to the positive thinker, you spend nine tenths of your time on foam rubber. Spongy seats for spongy bottoms-at home, in the office, in cars and bars, in planes and trains and buses. No moving of legs, no struggles with distance and gravity- just lifts and planes and cars, just foam rubber and an eternity of sitting. The life force that used to find an outlet through striped muscle gets turned back on the viscera and the nervous system, and slowly destroys them."
"So you take to digging and delving as a form of therapy?" "As prevention-to make therapy unnecessary. In Pala even a professor, even a government official, generally puts in two hours of digging and delving each day." "As part of his duties?" "And as part of his pleasure."
Will made a grimace. "It wouldn't be part of my pleasure." "That's because you weren't taught to use your mind-body in the right way," Vijaya explained. "If you'd been shown how to do things with the minimum of strain and the maximum of awareness, you'd enjoy even honest toil."
"I take it that your children all get this kind of training." "From the first moment they start doing for themselves. For example, what's the proper way of handling yourself while you're buttoning your clothes?" And suiting action to words, Vijaya started to button the shirt he had just slipped into. "We answer the question by actually putting their heads and bodies into the physiologically best position. And we encourage them at the same time to notice how it feels to be in the physiologically best position, to be aware of what the process of doing up buttons consists of in terms of touches and pressures and muscular sensations. By the time they're fourteen they've learned how to get the most and the best-objectively and subjectively-out of any activity they may undertake. And that's when we start them working. Ninety minutes a day at some kind of manual job." "Back to good old child labor!"
"Or rather," said Dr. Robert, "forward from bad new child idleness. You don't allow your teen-agers to work; so they have to blow off steam in delinquency or else throttle down steam till they're ready to become domesticated sitting-addicts. And now," he added, "it's time to be going. I'll lead the way."
In the laboratory, when they entered, Murugan was in the act of locking his briefcase against all prying eyes. "I'm ready," he said and, tucking the thirteen hundred and fifty-eight pages of the Newest Testament under his arm, he followed them out into the sunshine. A few minutes later, crammed into an ancient jeep, the four of them were rolling along the road that led, past the paddock of the white bull, past the lotus pool and the huge stone Buddha, out through the gate of the Station Compound to the highway. "I'm sorry we can't provide more comfortable transportation," said Vijaya as they bumped and rattled along.
Will patted Murugan's knee. "This is the man you should be apologizing to," he said. "The one whose soul yearns for Jaguars and Thunder birds."
"It's a yearning, I'm afraid," said Dr. Robert from the back seat, "that will have to remain unsatisfied."
Murugan made no comment, but smiled the secret contemptuous smile of one who knows better.
"We can't import toys," Dr. Robert went on. "Only essentials."
"Such as?"
"You'll see in a moment." They rounded a curve, and there beneath them were the thatched roofs and tree-shaded gardens of a considerable village. Vijaya pulled up at the side of the road and turned off the motor. "You're looking at New Rothamsted," he said. "Alias Madalia. Rice, vegetables, poultry, fruit. Not to mention two potteries and a furniture factory. Hence those wires." He waved his hand in the direction of the long row of pylons that climbed up the terraced slope behind the village, dipped out of sight over the ridge, and reappeared, far away, marching up from the floor of the next valley towards the green belt of mountain jungle and the cloudy peaks beyond and above. "That's one of the indispensable imports-electrical equipment. And when the waterfalls have been harnessed and you've strung up the transmission lines, here's something else with a high priority." He directed a pointing finger at a windowless block of cement that rose incongruously from among the wooden houses near the upper entrance to the village.