BY KATHY PERUTZ
The rest is silence.
– Hamlet, Act V
Last lines are a joy forever: perfect codas to lives of the great. The quintessential period at the end of the long sentence. Gertrude Stein, lying on her bed, eyes closed, about to expire. She opens them, sits up and asks, “What is the Answer?” and falls back on her pillow. Silence. The camera waits. Again she rises from the pillow and speaks: “Never mind that. What is the question?” Finis.
Or, going one better perhaps, Alfred North Whitehead, the philosopher: “Why are we always in the dark?”
And beyond him, the great German genius, majestic Goethe, whose last words, perhaps whispered gutturally in his bedchamber in Weimar have resounded through the ages: Mehr Licht! (more light!), leaving to posterity the question of whether he, than whom there was no one of nobler mind or wider range of thought, was still, at the very end of consciousness, seeking further enlightenment; or if, as some cynics have suggested, he was simply asking the nurse to raise the shade.
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BY KATHY PERUTZ
They met at a masked ball in Prague. I never learned what their costumes were, but certainly her mane of auburn hair must have entranced him, and his tall dark handsomeness no doubt caught her eye. He came from Vienna but was working here in a business established by his grandfather, as he’d done since he was 16 and his father died. She was born in the town of Beroun, just outside Prague, and never went to school in her life. Her father, director of a textile mill and anglophile in his ways (orange marmalade and toast for breakfast, the London Times, English wool in winter), provided her with tutors. Her older sister and brother went to University but not Dolly. She was the pretty one, the pampered one, home-schooled, intuitive and wonderful at tennis, which she played with her coach on the family’s court.
When they met at the ball, I’m sure he filled her carnet de bal with waltzes Tino loved waltzing and as a Viennese took to it naturally, spinning round and round in the same direction without getting dizzy. She was a little stiff in his arms, she held herself very straight and proud and even then, I’m sure, they looked like the perfect couple.