'Why?'
`I'd rather see a play.'
`We've seen some lemons.'
'It's better than playing poker with them.'
Pause.
`With lemons?'
`If you and Tim and Renata were able to talk about something besides psychology and the stock market, it would help.'
`The psychology of the stock market?'
`And the stock market! God, I wish you'd open your ears for just once.' I forked my eggs into my mouth with dignity, and sipped with philosophical detachment my instant coffee. My initiation into the mysteries of Zen Buddhism had taught me many things, but the most important was not to argue with my wife. `Go with the flow,' the great sage Oboko said, and I'd been doing it for five months now. Lil had been getting madder and madder.
After about twenty seconds of silence (relatively speaking: Larry leapt up to put in toast for himself; Evie tried a brief burst of monologue on dinosaurs which was smothered with a stare), I (theoretically the way to avoid arguments is to surrender before the attack has been fully launched) said quietly I'm sorry, Lil.'
`You and your damn Zen. I'm trying to tell you something. I don't like the forms of entertainment we have. Why can't we ever do something new or different, or, revolution of revolutions, something I want.'
`We do, honey, we do. The last three plays' I had to drag you. You're so-'
`Honey, the children.'
The children in fact looked about as affected by our argument as elephants by two squabbling mosquitoes, but the ploy
always worked to silence Lil.
After we'd all finished breakfast she led the children into their room to get dressed while I went to wash and shave.
Holding the lathered brush stiffly in my raised right hand like an Indian saying `How!', I stared glumly into the mirror.
I always hated to shave a two-day growth of beard; with the dark shadows around my mouth I looked potentially at least like Don Giovanni, Faust, Mephistopheles, Charlton Heston, or Jesus. After shaving I knew I would look like a successful, boyishly handsome public relations man. Because I was a bourgeois psychiatrist and had to wear glasses to see myself in the mirror I had resisted the impulse to grow a beard. I let my sideburns grow, though, and it made me look a little less like a successful public relations man and a little more like an unsuccessful, out-of-work actor.
After I'd begun shaving and was concentrating particularly well on three small hairs at the tip of my chin Lil came, still
wearing her modest, obscene nightgown, and leaned against the doorway.
'I'd divorce you if it wouldn't mean I'd be stuck with the 'kids,' she said, in a tone half-ironic and half-serious.
`Nnn.'
If you had them, they'd all turn into clownish Buddha-blobs.'
`Unnnn.'
'What I don't understand is that you're a psychiatrist, a supposedly good one, and you have no more insight into me or
into yourself than the elevator man.'
`Ah, honey-'
`You don't! You think loving me up, apologizing before and-after every argument, buying me paints, leotards, guitars,
records and new book clubs must make me happy. It's driving me crazy.'
'What can I do?'
`I don't know. You're the analyst. You should know. I'm bored I'm Emma Bovary in everything except that I have no
romantic hopes.'
'That makes me a clod doctor, you know.'
'I know. I'm glad you noticed, It's no fun attacking unless you catch my allusions. Usually you know about as much
about literature as the elevator man.'
`Say, just what is it between you and this elevator man?'
'I've given up my yoga exercises-'
'How come?'
'They just make me tense.'
'That's strange, they're supposed-'
`I know! But they make me tense - I can't help it.'
I'd finished shaving, taken off my glasses; and was grooming my hair with what I fear may have been greasy kid stuff;
Lil moved into the bathroom and sat on the wooden laundry basket. Crouching now quite a bit in order to see the top
of my hair in the mirror, I noticed that my knee muscles were already aching. Moreover, without my glasses I looked
old today, and in a blurred sort of way, badly dissipated. Since I didn't smoke or drink much, I wondered vaguely if
excessive early morning petting were debilitating.
`Maybe I should become a hippie,' Lil went on absently.
"That's what a few of our patients try. They don't seem overly pleased with the result.'
`Or drugs.'