Lilyâs report, âLady Florence Baker: The Journey from Slavery to Exploration,â weighed in at twenty pages, not including endnotes, bibliography, and the following index, which Meena had carefully prepared:
Abduction
childhood and, 1-3, 5
Africa, 5-11, 13, 17
Albert Nyanza. See Lake Albert
Arabic
fluency in, 10
Baker, Sir Samuel White, 3, 4-9, 11, 13-17, 19
books by, 15, 17
knighthood of, 16
Blue Nile
origin of, 9-10
discovery of, 8
Bucharest, 3
Camels
bargaining for, 5
riding, 5-9
Cannibalism, 11, 15
Egypt
expedition to, 7-10
Gondokoro, 9-10
Harem
women in, 2
Florenceâs experience in, 1-3
Samuelâs views on, 18
Homesickness, 5
Hungarian Revolution, 1-2
Ivory, 8
Khartoum
return from, 15
Lake Albert
discovery of, 9
Lake Edward, 7
Lake Victoria, 7
Nile River
map of, 11
Ottoman Empire, 2
Poison arrows, 9, 12
Porters
natives used as, 9-11
Royal Geographical Society, 17
Salt, 6, 9, 15
Singh, Maharaja Duleep, 2
Sudan, 16-18
Starvation and rumored death, 13
Victoria, Queen
and society, 18
and jubilee, 17-18
Vidin, 1, 3
White Nile
characteristics of, 4, 9
source of, 11-12
expedition to, 9-12
This Lily and Meena presented to the blank stares and confusion of their classmates and teacher.
CHAPTER 9
Everything of Consequence for the Fate of the Universe
It was particle physicsâ¦that reigned supreme during that first dazzling microsecond [after the Big Bang], when virtually everything of consequence for the fate of the universe took place .
â T o THE H EART OF M ATTER : T HE S UPERCONDUCTING S UPER C OLLIDER, 1987
T HE MEN OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD LEFT FOR WORK EACH MORNING dressed in sweaters and polo shirts, but Abhijat emerged each morning in a suit, his ensemble varying only in his choice of tie, a habit since his university years. It was a practice often mistaken for sartorial particularity, but in reality, the habit of the suit, its reliable, unwavering sameness, was comforting to Abhijat. He wore it almost like a uniform, and it was when he donned this uniform and prepared to leave for the Lab that he felt most at ease, knowing that he was headed toward the place where he felt most at home in the world.
Evenings, when he returned to Eagleâs Crest, he joined the great parade of husbands returning home, greeting one another with a raised hand or a nod as they made their way into the neighborhood and toward their homes through the maze of the subdivisionâs circles, drives, and cul-de-sacs.
Each night, Abhijat parked the car in the garage and walked down the driveway to the mailbox to collect the dayâs mail. Frequently, he found himself performing this ritual at the precise moment Carolâs husband, Bill, was doing so as well, and here they exchanged the kind of awkward greeting that passes between men who have little in common and know it, their conversations inevitably stilted and perplexing on both ends.
Abhijat felt most comfortable conversing with his colleagues, and he looked forward each morning to his arrival at the Lab. Unlike his neighbors and, he imagined, most Americans, Abhijat did not look forward to the weekends, for they were a time of forced exile (at Saralaâs suggestion) from the Lab. If he must work on the weekends, she had asked, couldnât he at least do so from his study at home? Abhijat had agreed to this compromise, but it was time he did not relish because, as he worked, he was acutely aware that just outside his window, the other husbands of the neighborhood were at work in their yards and garages, on home improvement projects, playing catch in the yard with their children. And it was then that he felt so keenly different. So other.
The window of his study looked out over Bill and Carolâs garage, where Bill kept his antique sports car (with the exception of summer weekends, when he wheeled it out into the driveway to wax and polish it as gently as if he were bathing an infant). Each time
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