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ease to interest them。 Once he had reached the lowest rung on the ladder； they would no longer be able to publish a statement in his name； for the simple reason that no one would accept it as genuine。 Humiliating public statements are associated exclusively with the signatories' rise； not fall。
But in Tomas's country； doctors are state employees； and the state may or may not release them from its service。 The official with whom Tomas negotiated his resignation knew him by name and reputation and tried to talk him into staying on。 Tomas suddenly realized that he was not at all sure he had made the proper choice； but he felt bound to it by then by an unspoken vow of fidelity； so he stood fast。 And that is how he became a window washer。
7
Leaving Zurich for Prague a few years earlier； Tomas had quietly said to himself； Es muss sein！ He was thinking of his love for Tereza。 No sooner had he crossed the border； however； than he began to doubt whether it actually did have to be。 Later； lying next to Tereza； he recalled that he had been led to her by a chain of laughable coincidences that took place seven years earlier （when the chief surgeon's sciatica was in its early stages） and were about to return him to a cage from which he would be unable to escape。
Does that mean his life lacked any Es muss sein！； any overriding necessity？ In my opinion； it did have one。 But it was not love； it was his profession。 He had come to medicine not by coincidence or calculation but by a deep inner desire。
Insofar as it is possible to divide people into categories； the surest criterion is the deep…seated desires that orient them to one or another lifelong activity。 Every Frenchman is different。 But all actors the world over are similar—in Paris； Prague； or the back of beyond。 An actor is someone who in early childhood consents to exhibit himself for the rest of his life to an anonymous public。 Without that basic consent； which has nothing to do with talent； which goes deeper than talent； no one can become an actor。 Similarly； a doctor is someone who consents to spend his life involved with human bodies and all that they entail。 That basic consent （and not talent or skill） enables him to enter the dissecting room during the first year of medical school and persevere for the requisite number of years。
Surgery takes the basic imperative of the medical profession to its outermost border； where the human makes contact with the divine。 When a person is clubbed violently on the head； he collapses and stops breathing。 Some day； he will stop breathing anyway。 Murder simply hastens a bit what God will eventually see to on His own。 God； it may be assumed； took murder into account； He did not take surgery into account。 He never suspected that someone would dare to stick his hand into the mechanism He had invented； wrapped carefully in skin； and sealed away from human eyes。 When Tomas first positioned his scalpel on the skin of a man asleep under an anesthetic； then breached the skin with a decisive incision； and finally cut it open with a precise and even stroke （as if it were a piece of fabric—a coat； a skirt； a curtain）； he experienced a brief but intense feeling of blasphemy。 Then again； that was what attracted him to it！ That was the Es muss sein！ rooted deep inside him； and it was planted there not by chance； not by the chief's sciatica； or by anything external。
But how could he take something so much a part of him and cast it off so fast； so forcefully； and so lightly？
He would respond that he did it so as not to let the police misuse him。 But to be quite frank； even if it was theoretically possible （and even if a number of cases have actually occurred）； it was not too likely that the police would make public a false statement over his signature。
Granted； a man has a right to fear dangers that are less than likely to occur。 Granted； he was annoyed with himself and at his clumsiness； and desired to avoid further contact with the police and the concomitant feeling of helplessness。 And granted； he had lost his profession anyway； because the mechanical aspirin…medicine he practiced at the clinic had nothing in common with his concept of medicine。 Even so； the way he rushed into his decision seems rather odd to me。 Could it perhaps conceal something else； something deeper that escaped his reasoning？
8
Even though he came to love Beethoven through Tereza； Tomas was not particularly knowledgeable about music； and I doubt that he knew the true story behind Beethoven's famous Muss es sein？ Es muss sein！ motif。
This is how it goes： A certain Dembscher owed Beethoven fifty florins； and when the composer； who was chronically short of funds； reminded him of the debt； Dembscher heaved a mournful sigh and said； Muss es sein？ To which Beethoven replied； with a hearty laugh； Es muss sein！ and immediately jotted down these words and their melody。 On this realistic motif he then composed a canon for four voices： three voices sing Es muss sein； es muss sein； ja； ja； ja； ja！ （It must be； it must be； yes； yes； yes； yes！）； and the fourth voice chimes in with Heraus mit dem Beutel！ （Out with the purse！）。
A year later； the same motif showed up as the basis for the fourth movement of the last quartet； Opus 155。 By that time； Beethoven had forgotten about Dembscher's purse。 The words Es muss sein！ had acquired a much more solemn ring； they seemed to issue directly from the lips of Fate。 In Kant's language； even Good morning； suitably pronounced； can take the shape of a metaphysical thesis。 German is a language of heavy words。 Es muss sein！ was no longer a joke； it had become der schwer gefasste Entschluss （the difficult or weighty resolution）。
So Beethoven turned a frivolous inspiration into a serious quartet； a joke into metaphysical truth。 It is an interesting tale of light going to heavy or； as Parmenides would have it； positive going to negative。 Yet oddly enough； the transformation fails to surprise us。 We would have been shocked； on the other hand； if Beethoven had transformed the seriousness of his quartet into the trifling joke of a four…voice canon about Dembscher's purse。 Had he done so； however； he would have been in the spirit of Parmenides and made heavy go to light； that is； negative to positive！ First （as an unfinished sketch） would have come the great metaphysical truth and last （as a finished masterpiece）—the most frivolous of jokes！ But we no longer know how to think as Parmenides thought。
It is my feeling that Tomas had long been secretly irritated by the stern； aggressive； solemn Es muss sein！ and that he harbored a deep desire to follow the spirit of Parmenides and make heavy go to light。 Remember that at one point in his life he broke completely with his first wife and his son and that he was relieved when both his parents broke with him。 What could be at the bottom of it all but a rash and not quite rational move to reject what proclaimed itself to be his weighty duty； his Es muss sein！' ？
That； of course； was an external Es muss sein！ reserved for him by social convention； whereas the Es muss sein！ of his love for medicine was internal。 So much the worse for him。 Internal imperatives are all the more powerful and therefore all the more of an