mind?”
Pierre frowned. “Eh?”
Molly seemed to be wrestling with whether to go on. Then, all at once, she sat up straight on the couch, took Pierre’s arm from her shoulder, and brought it into her lap, intertwining her fingers with his. “Let’s try a little game. Think of a word — any English word — and I’ll try to guess it.”
Pierre smiled. “Anything at all?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Now concentrate on the word. Con — it’s ‘aardvark.’ ”
“
C’est vrai
,”said Pierre, shocked. “How’d you do that?”
“Try again,” said Molly.
“Okay — I’ve got one.”
“What’s pie — pie-rim-ih-deen? Is that French?”
“How did you do that?”
“What’s that word mean?”
“Pyrimidine. It’s a type of organic base. How did you do that?”
“Let’s try it again.”
Pierre disengaged his hand from hers. “No. Tell me how you did that.”
Molly looked at him. They were sitting so close together that her gaze kept shifting from his left eye to his right. She opened her mouth as if to say something, closed it, then tried again. “I can…” She shut her eyes.
“God, I thought telling you about my stupid bout with gonorrhea was hard. I’ve
never
told
anyone
this before.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I can read minds, Pierre.”
Pierre tipped his head to one side. His mouth hung slightly open. He clearly didn’t know what to say.
“It’s true,” said Molly. “I’ve been able to do it since I was thirteen.”
“Okay,” Pierre said, his tone betraying that he felt this was all some trick that could be exposed if enough thought were given to it. “Okay, what am I thinking now?”
“It’s in French; I don’t understand French. Voo — lay — voo… coo, something… The word ‘
moi’
— I know that one.”
“What’s my Canadian Social Insurance number?”
“You’re not thinking about the actual number. I can’t read it unless you’re actually thinking of it.” A pause. “You’re saying the numbers in French.
Cinq
— that’s five, right?
Huit
— eight.
Deux
— two. Um, you’re repeating it to yourself; it’s hard to keep track. Just run through it once.
Cinq huit deux… six un neuf, huit trois neuf
.”
“Reading minds is…” He stopped.
“ ‘Not possible’ is what you were about to say.”
“But how?”
“I don’t know.”
Pierre was quiet for a long time, sitting absolutely still. “Do you have to be in physical contact with the person?” he said at last.
“No. But I do have to be close — the person has to be within what I call my ‘zone,’ no more than about three feet away. It’s been very difficult to do any empirical studies, being both the experimenter and the experimental subject, and without revealing to those I’m with what I’m trying to do, but I’d say the — the
effect
— is governed by the inverse-square law. If I move twice as far away from you, I only hear — if ‘hear’ is the correct word — your thoughts a quarter as… as ‘loudly,’ so to speak.”
“You say ‘hear.’ You don’t see my thoughts? Don’t pick up mental pictures?”
“That’s right. If all you’d done was conjure up an image of an aardvark, I couldn’t have detected it. But when you concentrated on the word ‘aardvark’ I — well, ‘heard’
is as
good a word as any — I heard it as clearly as if you’d whispered it in my ear.”
“That’s — incredible.‘’
“You thought about saying ‘amazing,’ but changed your mind as the words were coming out.”
Pierre leaned back into the couch, stunned.
“I can detect what I call ‘articulated thoughts’ — words your brain is using,” said Molly. “I can’t detect images. And emotions — thank God, I can’t pick up emotions.”
Pierre was looking at her with a mixture of astonishment and fascination. “It must be overwhelming.”
Molly nodded. “It can be. But I make a conscious effort not to invade
Pierre frowned. “Eh?”
Molly seemed to be wrestling with whether to go on. Then, all at once, she sat up straight on the couch, took Pierre’s arm from her shoulder, and brought it into her lap, intertwining her fingers with his. “Let’s try a little game. Think of a word — any English word — and I’ll try to guess it.”
Pierre smiled. “Anything at all?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Now concentrate on the word. Con — it’s ‘aardvark.’ ”
“
C’est vrai
,”said Pierre, shocked. “How’d you do that?”
“Try again,” said Molly.
“Okay — I’ve got one.”
“What’s pie — pie-rim-ih-deen? Is that French?”
“How did you do that?”
“What’s that word mean?”
“Pyrimidine. It’s a type of organic base. How did you do that?”
“Let’s try it again.”
Pierre disengaged his hand from hers. “No. Tell me how you did that.”
Molly looked at him. They were sitting so close together that her gaze kept shifting from his left eye to his right. She opened her mouth as if to say something, closed it, then tried again. “I can…” She shut her eyes.
“God, I thought telling you about my stupid bout with gonorrhea was hard. I’ve
never
told
anyone
this before.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I can read minds, Pierre.”
Pierre tipped his head to one side. His mouth hung slightly open. He clearly didn’t know what to say.
“It’s true,” said Molly. “I’ve been able to do it since I was thirteen.”
“Okay,” Pierre said, his tone betraying that he felt this was all some trick that could be exposed if enough thought were given to it. “Okay, what am I thinking now?”
“It’s in French; I don’t understand French. Voo — lay — voo… coo, something… The word ‘
moi’
— I know that one.”
“What’s my Canadian Social Insurance number?”
“You’re not thinking about the actual number. I can’t read it unless you’re actually thinking of it.” A pause. “You’re saying the numbers in French.
Cinq
— that’s five, right?
Huit
— eight.
Deux
— two. Um, you’re repeating it to yourself; it’s hard to keep track. Just run through it once.
Cinq huit deux… six un neuf, huit trois neuf
.”
“Reading minds is…” He stopped.
“ ‘Not possible’ is what you were about to say.”
“But how?”
“I don’t know.”
Pierre was quiet for a long time, sitting absolutely still. “Do you have to be in physical contact with the person?” he said at last.
“No. But I do have to be close — the person has to be within what I call my ‘zone,’ no more than about three feet away. It’s been very difficult to do any empirical studies, being both the experimenter and the experimental subject, and without revealing to those I’m with what I’m trying to do, but I’d say the — the
effect
— is governed by the inverse-square law. If I move twice as far away from you, I only hear — if ‘hear’ is the correct word — your thoughts a quarter as… as ‘loudly,’ so to speak.”
“You say ‘hear.’ You don’t see my thoughts? Don’t pick up mental pictures?”
“That’s right. If all you’d done was conjure up an image of an aardvark, I couldn’t have detected it. But when you concentrated on the word ‘aardvark’ I — well, ‘heard’
is as
good a word as any — I heard it as clearly as if you’d whispered it in my ear.”
“That’s — incredible.‘’
“You thought about saying ‘amazing,’ but changed your mind as the words were coming out.”
Pierre leaned back into the couch, stunned.
“I can detect what I call ‘articulated thoughts’ — words your brain is using,” said Molly. “I can’t detect images. And emotions — thank God, I can’t pick up emotions.”
Pierre was looking at her with a mixture of astonishment and fascination. “It must be overwhelming.”
Molly nodded. “It can be. But I make a conscious effort not to invade
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