Nicholson nodded. “What’s the point, exactly?”
“The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only, he wouldn’t know it. I mean he wouldn’t wake up till he died himself.” Nicholson, looking detached, was using his right hand to give himself a slow, sensuous massage at the back of the neck. His left hand, motionless on the armrest, with a fresh, unlighted cigarette between the fingers, looked oddly white and inorganic in the brilliant sunlight.
Teddy suddenly got up. “I really have to go now, I’m afraid,” he said. He sat down, tentatively, on the extended leg attachment of his chair, facing Nicholson, and tucked in his T shirt. “I have about one and a half minutes, I guess, to get to my swimming lesson,” he said. “It’s all the way down on E Deck.”
“May I ask why you told Professor Peet he should stop teaching after the first of the year?” Nicholson asked, rather bluntly. “I know Bob Peet. That’s why I ask.”
Teddy tightened his alligator belt. “Only because he’s quite spiritual, and he’s teaching a lot of stuff right now that isn’t very good for him if he wants to make any real spiritual advancement. It stimulates him too much. It’s time for him to take everything out of his head, instead of putting more stuff in. He could get rid of a lot of the apple in just this one life if he wanted to. He’s very good at meditating.” Teddy got up. “I better go now. I don’t want to be too late.”
Nicholson looked up at him, and sustained the look—detaining him. “What would you do if you could change the educational system?” he asked ambiguously. “Ever think about that at all?”
“I really have to go,” Teddy said.
“Just answer that one question,” Nicholson said. “Education’s my baby, actually—that’s what I teach. That’s why I ask.”
“Well … I’m not too sure what I’d do,” Teddy said. “I know I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t start with the things schools usually start with.” He folded his arms, and reflected briefly. “I think I’d first just assemble all the children together and show them how to meditate. I’d try to show them how to find out who they are, not just what their names are and things like that … I guess, even before that, I’d get them to empty out everything their parents and everybody ever told them. I mean even if their parents just told them an elephant’s big, I’d make them empty that out. An elephant’s only big when it’s next to something else—a dog or a lady, for example.” Teddy thought another moment. “I wouldn’t even tell them an elephant has a trunk. I might show them an elephant, if I had one handy, but I’d let them just walk up to the elephant not knowing anything more about it than the elephant knew about them. The same thing with grass, and other things. I wouldn’t even tell them grass is green. Colors are only names. I mean if you tell them the grass is green, it makes them start expecting the grass to look a certain way—your way—instead of some other way that may be just as good, and may be much better … I don’t know. I’d just make them vomit up every bit of the apple their parents and everybody made them take a bite out of.”
“There’s no risk you’d be raising a little generation of ignoramuses?”