The contemplative researcher lives aloof from society, a silent and unseen example it would seem. How is he to share his refined sensitivities—his ascetic and indeed aesthetic findings in ways that reveal their secret purpose?

With the Baroness in Rome

I was with Tatiana Franchetti in Rome. She saw me standing near to a table peeling dried globs of paint off sandpaper. She said she would give me a house nearby. "I will show you a few tomorrow," she remarked. "You can choose the one you like." "Are you serious?" I asked. "Of course," she said then looked away calmly. I was pleased about this. Later, while riding a friend's motorbike, I worried about how I could return it in time. I turned down a road but quickly understood that it was actually the entrance to an old abandoned factory. A man near the locked gate waved his arms vigourously. I made a quick u-turn. I was happy in Italy.

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