PM A just called from Z (again), asking for advice. Kolbe, Lenbach, London, NY, etc., etc., etc., etc. As always, he mistakes doubt with depth, hesitation with analysis. I drifted away. “Are you there?” He thought we’d been disconnected during my long silence after his long q. “No,” I said. I can’t explain the relief that word gave me. Not all the opium in the world. “Hello?” True. I was not there. “I’m such a brute,” he said. “You should rest.” “I’ve been doing this for too long. Done.” Silence between 2 is always shared. But 1 of the 2 owns it and shares it with the other. “But you live for
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Whoa. He totally depends on her mathematical abilities to make business decisions. She even makes the business decisions. She is not only a savant, she’s an artist and humanitarian.
This makes me wonder what part did she play in the stock market crash? It had occurred to me that there were parallels in the way Helen and Mildred (from Andrew’s story) both faded and died after the crash. I had thought it was because of her indirect involvement via her husband, a sort of misdirected guilt. But maybe the guilt was not so misdirected?
