生命不能承受之轻-第33章

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Why；　your　retraction；　he　said。　There　was　no　malice　in　his　voice。　He　even　smiled。　One　more　smile　from　that　thick　herbal　of　smiles：　the　smile　of　smug　moral　superiority。
Tell　me；　what　do　you　know　about　my　retraction？　said　Tomas。　Have　you　read　it？　
No；　said　S。
Then　what　are　you　babbling　about？　
Still　smug；　still　smiling；　S。　replied；　Look；　we　know　how　it　goes。　You　incorporate　it　into　a　letter　to　the　chief　surgeon　or　to　some　minister　or　somebody；　and　he　promises　it　won't　leak　out　and　humiliate　the　author。　Isn't　that　right？　
Tomas　shrugged　his　shoulders　and　let　S。　go　on。
But　even　after　the　statement　is　safely　filed　away；　the　author　knows　that　it　can　be　made　public　at　any　moment。　So　from　then　on　he　doesn't　open　his　mouth；　never　criticizes　a　thing；　never　makes　the　slightest　protest。　The　first　peep　out　of　him　and　into　print　it　goes；　sullying　his　good　name　far　and　wide。　On　the　whole；　it's　rather　a　nice　method。　One　could　imagine　worse。　
Yes；　it's　a　very　nice　method；　said　Tomas；　but　would　you　mind　telling　me　who　gave　you　the　idea　I'd　agreed　to　go　along　with　it？　
S。　shrugged　his　shoulders；　but　the　smile　did　not　disappear　from　his　face。
And　suddenly　Tomas　grasped　a　strange　fact：　everyone　was　smiling　at　him；　everyone　wanted　him　to　write　the　retraction；　it　would　make　everyone　happy！　The　people　with　the　first　type　of　reaction　would　be　happy　because　by　inflating　cowardice；　he　would　make　their　actions　seem　commonplace　and　thereby　give　them　back　their　lost　honor。　The　people　with　the　second　type　of　reaction；　who　had　come　to　consider　their　honor　a　special　privilege　never　to　be　yielded；　nurtured　a　secret　love　for　the　cowards；　for　without　them　their　courage　would　soon　erode　into　a　trivial；　monotonous　grind　admired　by　no　one。
Tomas　could　not　bear　the　smiles。　He　thought　he　saw　them　everywhere；　even　on　the　faces　of　strangers　in　the　street。　He　began　losing　sleep。　Could　it　be？　Did　he　really　hold　those　people　in　such　high　esteem？　No。　He　had　nothing　good　to　say　about　them　and　was　angry　with　himself　for　letting　their　glances　upset　him　so。　It　was　completely　illogical。　How　could　someone　who　had　so　little　respect　for　people　be　so　dependent　on　what　they　thought　of　him？
Perhaps　his　deep…seated　mistrust　of　people　（his　doubts　as　to　their　right　to　decide　his　destiny　and　to　judge　him）　had　played　its　part　in　his　choice　of　profession；　a　profession　that　excluded　him　from　public　display。　A　man　who　chooses　to　be　a　politician；　say；　voluntarily　makes　the　public　his　judge；　with　the　naive　assurance　that　he　will　gain　its　favor。　And　if　the　crowd　does　express　its　disapproval；　it　merely　goads　him　on　to　bigger　and　better　things；　much　in　the　way　Tomas　was　spurred　on　by　the　difficulty　of　a　diagnosis。
A　doctor　（unlike　a　politician　or　an　actor）　is　judged　only　by　his　patients　and　immediate　colleagues；　that　is；　behind　closed　doors；　man　to　man。　Confronted　by　the　looks　of　those　who　judge　him；　he　can　respond　at　once　with　his　own　look；　to　explain　or　defend　himself。　Now　（for　the　first　time　in　his　life）　Tomas　found　himself　in　a　situation　where　the　looks　fixed　on　him　were　so　numerous　that　he　was　unable　to　register　them。　He　could　answer　them　neither　with　his　own　look　nor　with　words。　He　was　at　everyone's　mercy。　People　talked　about　him　inside　and　outside　the　hospital　（it　was　a　time　when　news　about　who　betrayed；　who　denounced；　and　who　collaborated　spread　through　nervous　Prague　with　the　uncanny　speed　of　a　bush　telegraph）；　although　he　knew　about　it；　he　could　do　nothing　to　stop　it。　He　was　surprised　at　how　unbearable　he　found　it；　how　panic…stricken　it　made　him　feel。　The　interest　they　showed　in　him　was　as　unpleasant　as　an　elbowing　crowd　or　the　pawings　of　the　people　who　tear　our　clothes　off　in　nightmares。
He　went　to　the　chief　surgeon　and　told　him　he　would　not　write　a　word。
The　chief　surgeon　shook　his　hand　with　greater　energy　than　usual　and　said　that　he　had　anticipated　Tomas's　decision。
Perhaps　you　can　find　a　way　to　keep　me　on　even　without　a　statement；　said　Tomas；　trying　to　hint　that　a　threat　by　all　his　colleagues　to　resign　upon　his　dismissal　would　suffice。
But　his　colleagues　never　dreamed　of　threatening　to　resign；　and　so　before　long　（the　chief　surgeon　shook　his　hand　even　more　energetically　than　the　previous　time—it　was　black　and　blue　for　days）；　he　was　forced　to　leave　the　hospital。
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First　he　went　to　work　in　a　country　clinic　about　fifty　miles　from　Prague。　He　commuted　daily　by　train　and　came　home　exhausted。　A　year　later；　he　managed　to　find　a　more　advantageous　but　much　inferior　position　at　a　clinic　on　the　outskirts　of　Prague。　There；　he　could　no　longer　practice　surgery；　and　became　a　general　practitioner。　The　waiting　room　was　jammed；　and　he　had　scarcely　five　minutes　for　each　patient；　he　told　them　how　much　aspirin　to　take；　signed　their　sick…leave　documents；　and　referred　them　to　specialists。　He　considered　himself　more　civil　servant　than　doctor。
One　day；　at　the　end　of　office　hours；　he　was　visited　by　a　man　of　about　fifty　whose　portliness　added　to　his　dignity。　He　introduced　himself　as　representing　the　Ministry　of　the　Interior；　and　invited　Tomas　to　join　him　for　a　drink　across　the　street。
He　ordered　a　bottle　of　wine。　I　have　to　drive　home；　said　Tomas　by　way　of　refusal。　I'll　lose　my　license　if　they　find　I've　been　drinking。　The　man　from　the　Ministry　of　the　Interior　smiled。　If　anything　happens；　just　show　them　this。　And　he　handed　Tomas　a　card　engraved　with　his　name　（though　clearly　not　his　real　name）　and　the　telephone　number　of　the　Ministry。
He　then　went　into　a　long　speech　about　how　much　he　admired　Tomas　and　how　the　whole　Ministry　was　distressed　at　the　thought　of　so　respected　a　surgeon　dispensing　aspirin　at　an　outlying　clinic。　He　gave　Tomas　to　understand　that　although　he　couldn't　come　out　and　say　it；　the　police　did　not　agree　with　drastic　tactics　like　removing　specialists　from　their　posts。
Since　no　one　had　thought　to　praise　Tomas　in　quite　some　time；　he　listened　to　the　plump　official　very　carefully；　and　he　was　surprised　by　the　precision　and　detail　of　the　man's　knowledge　of　his　professional　career。　How　defenseless　we　are　in　the　face　of　flattery！　Tomas　was　unable　to　prevent　himself　from　taking　seriously　what　the　Ministry　official　said。
But　it　was　not　out　of　mere　vanity。　More　important　was　Tomas's　lack　of　experience。　When　you　sit　face　to　face　with　someone　who　is　pleasant；　respectful；　and　polite；　you　have　a　hard　time　reminding　yourself　that　nothing　he　says　is　true；　that　nothing　is　sincere。　Maintaining　nonbelief　（constantly；　systematically；　without　the　slightest　vacillation）　requires　a　tremendous　effort　and　the　proper　training—in　other　words；　frequent　police　interrogations。　Tomas　lacked　that　training。
The　man　from　the　Ministry　went　on：　We　know　you　had　an　excellent　position　in　Zurich；　and　we　very　much　appreciate　your　having　returned。　It　was　a　noble　deed。　You　realized　your　place　was　here。　And　then　he　added；　as　if　scolding　Tomas　for　something；　But　your　place　is　at　the　operating　table；　too！　
I　couldn't　agree　more；　said　Tomas。
There　was　a　short　pause；　after　which　the　man　from　the　Ministry　said　in　mournful　tones；　Then　tell　me；　Doctor；　do　you　really　think　that　Communists　should　put　out　their　eyes？　You；　who　have　given　so　many　people　the　gift　of　health？　
But　that's　preposterous！　Tomas　cried　in　self…defense。　Why　don't　you　read　what　I　wrote？　
I　have　read　it；　said　the　man　from　the　Ministry　in　a　voice　that　was　meant　to　sound　very　sad。
Well；　did　I　write　that　Communists　ought　to　put　out　their　eyes？　
That's　how　everyone　understood　it；　said　the　man　from　the　Ministry；　his　voice　growing　sadder　and　sadder。
If　you'd　read　the　complete　version；　the　way　I　wrote　it　originally；　you　wouldn't　have　read　that　into　it。　The　published　version　was　slightly　cut。　
What　was　that？　asked　the　man　from　the　Ministry；　pricking　up　his　ears。　You　mean　they　didn't　publish　it　the　way　you　wrote　it？　
They　cut　it。　
A　lot？　
By　about　a　third。　
The　man　from　the　Ministry　appeared　sincerely　shocked。　That　was　very　improper　of　them。　
Tomas　shrugged　his　shoulders。
You　should　have　protested！　Demanded　they　set　the　record　straight　immediately！　
The　Russians　came　before　I　had　time　to　think　about　it。　We　all　had　other　things　to　think　about　then。　
But　you　don't　want　people　to　think　that　you；　a　doctor；　wanted　to　deprive　human　beings　of　their　right　to　see！　
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