She watched with pursed lips, her eyebrows arched. He gave a sour bark of laughter at her departing back. For a while he continued to smile self-consciously, like someone who has mistakenly wandered out onstage, and then, apparently to disguise his feelings of exposure, he turned to me and asked the reason for my trip to Europe.
I said it was hard to explain and he nodded his head. He drummed his fingers on his thighs and tapped a disjointed rhythm with his shoes on the carpeted floor. He shook his head from side to side and rubbed his fingers vigorously over his scalp. He said it pragmatically, as though he was used to solving problems at the expense of personal feeling, but when I turned to look at him I was surprised to see a pleading expression on his face.
His eyes were red-rimmed with yellow whites and his neatly cut hair stood on end where he had rubbed it. I have a friend who flies these things,' he added. The strange thing about this friend, the man went on, was that despite his profession he was a fanatical environmentalist.
He drove a tiny electric car and ran his household entirely on solar panels and windmills. Yet this same man regularly donned a uniform and climbed into the cockpit of a fifty-ton smoke-spewing machine and flew a cabin-load of drunken holidaymakers to the Canary Islands. It was hard to think of a worse route to fly, yet his friend had flown it for years. He worked for a budget airline that practised the most brutal economies, and apparently the passengers behaved like zoo animals.
He took them out white and he brought them back orange, and despite earning less than anyone else in their circle of friends, he gave half his income to charity. I've known him for years, and it's almost like the worse things are, the nicer he becomes.
He said that at first he couldn't stand looking at it because it was so depressing seeing the way these people conducted themselves.
But after a while he started to become sort of obsessed with it. He's watched hundreds of hours of it. It's a bit like meditation, he says. The first thing I did when I retired was cut up my frequent flyer's card. I swore I'd never get on one of these things again. He had been the director of a global management company, he said, a job that involved being constantly away from home.
For example, it wasn't unusual for him to visit Asia, North America and Australia all in the space of two weeks. He had once flown to South Africa for a meeting and flown back again as soon as the meeting was over.
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One heiress, who sits on the board of directors of the literary conference, announces that she does not even like contemporary writing. As this heiress waits in line at a catered buffet, she explains to the narrator how she is happiest when walking on the grounds of her estate. The irony is that these rare moments of contentment are also when she is most aware of the cruelty of the universe.
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