some ways, but I am no longer any judge, for he brought us up, brought up his own parents to feel as he did.â
âHe was such a nice, likeable lad,â said Eliza again, softly.
âHe found you, too, extraordinarily sympathetic, Miss Eliza.â
Eliza dried her tears and even tried to smile. ÂRainerâs father knew her name. It was almost a kind of bond between them, she felt.
He pointed to the chimpanzee who was asleep in his bed, his hands over his face. It looked as if Peter were pressing back some dull pain or heavy sorrow in order not to suffer unbearably.
âHe always pitied that poor little fellow so much. . . .â
âPitied him?â Eliza would not have contradicted for anything. âBut nobody needs to pity Peter, he gets along very well. Heâs happy.â She waxed enthusiastic.
âDo you think so?â answered Rainerâs father. âYou are devoted to him, nobody can deny that, and my son thought so much of youâbut just look at the little creature now, does he look very happy?â
Eliza glanced at him, and for a moment she was taken aback. âBut Peter is asleep,â she objected. âYou canât really tell. . . .â
âPerhaps you are right,â said Rainerâs father very slowly, âperhaps, but I am accustomed to accept my sonâs judgment in such matters. And it seems to me that my son was right. You know, he always used to say that that little sleeper was as disturbing as a hopeless cry.â
Then it occurred to Eliza that Rainer had visited the cage that last evening to see Peter asleep. She averted her head.
Beside Peterâs bed, Rainerâs father was talking in a low voice. âWhat it is, I donât know, but now I understand my son. I am very close to him now, very close. An animal like this reveals himself very clearly when heâs asleep. It is not as if Peter were grieving at being far from his tropical forest, without brothers or sisters, alone in an artificial existence. He has amusements, of course, he has everything possible. But everything possible is only a substitute and no substitute can ever make up to him for nature.â
Elizaâs eyes flew open.
âHe canât tell you what he lacks, poor speechless Peter,â Rainerâs father continued, turning to her. âHe canât explain it even to himself. But he feels that the most important thing of all is lacking. What I callâI heard it first from my sonâthe roots of his existence. The nourishing sources of his vital energies are lacking.â
Eliza shrugged her shoulders. âYour son was a dear fellow, a very dear fellow, but he was always extravagant.â
âYou are right!â his father agreed. âYou are right! The rest of us always call a soul like Rainerâs extravagant.â He began to soliloquize. âBut everything noble, everything merciful, every liberating force was brought into the world by people who were extravagant just as you were extravagant, my Rainer! Where would the world be today were it not for the people we call extravagant? Can you deny,â he asked, touching her arm with a finger she barely felt, âthat the premonition of an early death is hovering over this chimpanzee? Can you deny that this chimpanzee has submitted with perfect gentleness, with infinite patience, with a resignation of which few humans would have been capable?â
âWhat do you mean? An early death? For Peter?â
Rainerâs father became harsh. âYou know just as well as everybody else that chimpanzees, like other captives, are subject to premature death.â
âIâm doing everything,â Eliza protested in terror, âeverything I can. . . .â
âNobody questions that,â interrupted Rainerâs father. âYou make a real effort. Of course. So does the curator. So do many of the keepers. Of course they do. But first
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