'Patrick, I am only alive when I am with you. Have you not noticed
that? That I laugh and chatter and am happy. Does that not matter to
'I'm not going to hurt Sompong. She's been through enough.'
'There are many types of love.'
I remembered my father, whose love for Hugh had destroyed his marriage.
I thought of Georg and the betrayal of Renata, from which such a
miserable existence followed. Of Rowena and Jerry, of Christine and her
family. And of the violence that war does to our affections, or their
slow suffocation under political repression.
'Anyway,' I said at last, 'it would have to be your hotel. Not at the
'So what are we talking about?'
'It is you that have the independence now. You have the freedom to ask
'After I've spoken to Sompong.'
'Speak to me, Patrick.'
Yes, talk to Natalie, about a life that hadn't yet begun, or might
never begin, being undermined by Natalie's deceptions, by concern for
Sompong, and by involvements with other women whose lives remained
shadowy possibilities. But why take a step so against experience and
common sense, and for prospects that were no doubt as illusory as
anything else with Natalie? Because it completes a picture that was
drawn at the beginning of this story, when I came to Botes in search of
new opportunities? I think more because it gives me back that other
kingdom, glimpsed in childhood, but now filled with the shapes that
Natalie has renewed with all the bright contagions of her imperative
needs and longings.
No doubt that lies far into the future. More than Georg realized, all
our creations are shifting and unfathomable. We are only bodies, an
assembly of muscle, organ and nerve fiber through which we give
ourselves a home in a world infested with matter that is no more
selfless than our own. Natalie didn't smile when I took her hand, nor
the whole time we walked slowly to the car. 'If you want to', she said
again, but I wasn't listening, only sensing we had already embarked on
a bewilderment of our own making, on a ordinary day in London, those
first castles still lifting and filling around us with the promises we
shall one day have to call our lives.