typical. Of all the brilliant men I met during that peculiar wartime winter, he was the most able to express his ideas with philosophical cogency. But in the end it was always blood with Brecher. I donât know how many times I saw his serious, energetic demeanour bent down over the cue, or listened over the click of the balls to him giving voice to some theory of the blood.
I tried to ignore him because it was all so seductive. I mean biology: you have to keep some areas of intellectual enquiry off-limits, pretending they are an uninteresting lumber room off to the left.
Otherwise you end up wandering down a maze of interconnecting caves until you enter the cavern of the central mystery. A place filled with sublime terror, where there is regularity but no fixed criteria for judging it; a place where you know theterms in which the mystery might be stated but not what it actually is. I suppose knowing the horror of this is the price of the relativity Ryman and other more famous thinkers have bought for humankind.
At the time I had no such fears. âIâm actually hoping to work with Ryman,â I said. âHe lives up here. I wondered if you had come into contact with him. Sir Peter Vaward, our director, said you may be able to help me in this regard.â
Pykeâs eyes widened. âRyman ⦠yes, I knew he was in these parts. The king of turbulence! I once went to a fascinating seminar he gave â we were at Cambridge together â but Iâve never met him socially. Not sure I can be of any use to you.â He knelt down and rubbed the sea lion behind the ears. âI thought Ryman was a conscientious objector, anyway. Wouldnât have anything to do with the war. How come heâs letting you work with him?â
âItâs a bit complicated,â I said, thinking on my feet.
âMind you, I might need your help myself,â said Pyke. âWith a fluid dynamics problem â¦â
âInvolving sea lions?â I asked, bemused.
Pyke laughed. âNo. Another project. Lev works in all weathers.â
The animal opened its mouth to display a ferocious looking set of teeth. âHe can see in low light, which allows him to dive very deeply.â I looked doubtfully into the sea-lionâs cloudy eyes.
âThereâs another team training dolphins, down in Devon,â his trainer continued. âAt Ilfracombe. Teaching them to carry tools to divers. Theyâre also using them for hydrodynamic studies, to improve the performance of torpedoes. Lev here, his job will be to find mines on ships and be a prophylactic against attacks by frogmen.â Pyke talked very freely, I thought again.
The sea lion roared, as if in appreciation of his masterâs voice. It was a spine-tingling noise at such close quarters andthe beastâs breath did not exactly make you want to kiss it. But when he flapped his Tibetan ears, all the fearsomeness went out of him.
âToss him another herring, Julius,â said Pyke.
The other man did so. âHuman and animal in perfect harmony,â he said as he threw it.
âJulius is an idealist,â said Pyke. âBut now and then he stoops to earth. Heâs using crystallography to uncover the structure of haemoglobin. The secret of life is hidden there, isnât it so, Julius?â
Brecher pulled a face, then shrugged.
âIn blood?â I prompted.
âIn blood,â said Brecher. âAnd other proteins. Cells in general. After the war it will be the job of scientists to unlock that secret more fully. We will be like explorers looking for a new continent.â
âInspiring, isnât he?â said Pyke, slapping Brecher on the back. âI keep asking him to join Combined Ops, but he wonât. Why donât you come to Canada with me, Julius, to work on Habbakuk?â
âHabbakuk?â I asked.
âAh, sorry, old chap, thatâs the other project. Canât say too much about it
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