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inary scalpel opened the strongbox women use to hide their illusory one…millionth part dissimilarity？
Your stomach is acting up again！ Tereza exclaimed； only then realizing that something was wrong。 He nodded。
Have you had your injection？
He shook his head。 I forgot to lay in a supply of medication。
Though annoyed at his carelessness； she stroked his forehead； which was beaded with sweat from the pain。
I feel a little better now。
Lie down； she said； and covered him with a blanket。 She went off to the bathroom and in a minute was back and lying next to him。
Without lifting his head from the pillow； he turned to her and nearly gasped： the grief burning in her eyes was unbearable。
Tell me； Tereza； what's wrong？ Something's been going on inside you lately。 I can feel it。 I know it。
No。 She shook her head。 There's nothing wrong。
There's no point in denying it。
It's still the same things； she said。
The same things meant her jealousy and his infidelities。
But Tomas would not let up。 No； Tereza。 This time it's something different。 It's never been this bad before。
Well then； I'll tell you； she said。 Go and wash your hair。
He did not understand。
The tone of her explanation was sad； unantagonistic； almost gentle。 For months now your hair has had a strong odor to it。 It smells of female genitals。 I didn't want to tell you； but night after night I've had to breathe in the groin of some mistress of yours。
The moment she finished； his stomach began hurting again。 He was desperate。 The scrubbings he'd put himself through！ Body； hands； face； to make sure not the slightest trace of their odors remained behind。 He'd even avoided their fragrant soaps； carrying his own harsh variety with him at all times。 But he'd forgotten about his hair！ It had never occurred to him！
Then he remembered the woman who had straddled his face and wanted him to make love to her with it and with the crown of his head。 He hated her now。 What stupid ideas！ He saw there was no use denying it。 All he could do was laugh a silly laugh and head for the bathroom to wash his hair。
But she stroked his forehead again and said； Stay here in bed。 Don't bother washing it out。 I'm used to it by now。
His stomach was killing him； and he longed for peace and quiet。 I'll write to that patient of mine； the one we met at the spa。 Do you know the district where his village is？ No。
Tomas was having great trouble talking。 All he could say was； Woods 。 。 。 rolling hills 。 。 。
That's right。 That's what we'll do。 We'll go away from here。 But no talking now 。 。 。 And she kept stroking his forehead。 They lay there side by side； neither saying a word。 Slowly the pain began to recede。 Soon they were both asleep。
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In the middle of the night； he woke up and realized to his surprise that he had been having one erotic dream after the other。 The only one he could recall with any clarity was the last： an enormous naked woman； at least five times his size； floating on her back in a pool； her belly from crotch to navel covered with thick hair。 Looking at her from the side of the pool； he was greatly excited。
How could he have been excited when his body was debilitated by a gastric disorder？ And how could he be excited by the sight of a woman who would have repelled him had he seen her while conscious？
He thought： In the clockwork of the head； two cogwheels turn opposite each other。 On the one； images； on the other； the body's reactions。 The cog carrying the image of a naked woman meshes with the corresponding erection…command cog。 But when； for one reason or another； the wheels go out of phase and the excitement cog meshes with a cog bearing the image of a swallow in flight； the penis rises at the sight of a swallow。
Moreover； a study by one of Tomas's colleagues； a specialist in human sleep； claimed that during any kind of dream men have erections； which means that the link between erections and naked women is only one of a thousand ways the Creator can set the clockwork moving in a man's head。
And what has love in common with all this？ Nothing。 If a cogwheel in Tomas's head goes out of phase and he is excited by seeing a swallow； it has absolutely no effect on his love for Tereza。
If excitement is a mechanism our Creator uses for His own amusement； love is something that belongs to us alone and enables us to flee the Creator。 Love is our freedom。 Love lies beyond Es muss sein！
Though that is not entirely true。 Even if love is something other than a clockwork of sex that the Creator uses for His own amusement； it is still attached to it。 It is attached to it like a tender naked woman to the pendulum of an enormous clock。
Thomas thought： Attaching love to sex is one of the most bizarre ideas the Creator ever had。
He also thought： One way of saving love from the stupidity of sex would be to set the clockwork in our head in such a way as to excite us at the sight of a swallow。
And with that sweet thought he started dozing off。 But on the very threshold of sleep； in the no…man's…land of muddled concepts； he was suddenly certain he had just discovered the solution to all riddles； the key to all mysteries； a new utopia； a paradise： a world where man is excited by seeing a swallow and Tomas can love Tereza without being disturbed by the aggressive stupidity of sex。
Then he fell asleep。
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Several half…naked women were trying to wind themselves around him； but he was tired； and to extricate himself from them he opened the door leading to the next room。 There； just opposite him； he saw a young woman lying on her side on a couch。 She； too； was half…naked： she wore nothing but panties。 Leaning on her elbow； she looked up at him with a smile that said she had known he would come。
He went up to her。 He was filled with a feeling of unutterable bliss at the thought that he had found her at last and could be there with her。 He sat down at her side； said something to her； and she said something back。 She radiated calm。 Her hand made slow； supple movements。 All his life he had longed for the calm of her movements。 Feminine calm had eluded him all his life。
But just then the dream began its slide back to reality。 He found himself back in that no…man's…land where we are neither asleep nor awake。 He was horrified by the prospect of seeing the young woman vanish before his eyes and said to himself； God； how I'd hate to lose her！ He tried desperately to remember who she was； where he'd met her； what they'd experienced together。 How could he possibly forget when she knew him so well？ He promised himself to phone her first thing in the morning。 But no sooner had he made the promise than he realized he couldn't keep it： he didn't know her name。 How could he forget the name of someone he knew so well？ By that time he was almost completely awake； his eyes were open； and he was asking himself； Where am I？ Yes； I'm in Prague； but that woman； does she live here too？ Didn't I meet her somewhere else？ Could she be from Switzerland？ It took him quite some time to get it into his head that he didn't know the woman； that she wasn't from Prague or Switzerland； that she inhabited his dream and nowhere else。
He was so upset he sat straight up in bed。 Tereza was breathing deeply beside him。 Th