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Here was a bastion of heroes and I was the weak one, getting a sympathetic pat on the head.
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What did it mean, that they could get along without me, that I should get well? The place was full of people who came in sick I'know that because they would all come over and tell me how they had made it in with abrasions from squash fractures from tennis, ptomaine poisoning from The Greasy Spoon down the block. it was O.K., I was told, they could make out without me, I should on no account return until I was completely restored. I waited a while to make sure I felt really rotten and then called in. My wife is an honest woman, mostly, at least when it comes to lying for me. After all, if I had the strength to make a phone call, I was obviously strong enough to go to work. I wouldn't call.īut if she wanted to call, I really wouldn't mind-she could make it sound worse than I could. It would sound like the sheerest, most blatant artifice, I said. I remonstrated that I couldn't call up and say that I was sick, with no fever. I started to get up, but my wife asked, “Are you crazy?” She took my temperature and found I had none-what I mean is, it was normal. Would Henry Kissinger get sick in Damascus? But if I had a fever, I agreed, I would have to stay home if only not to infect my colleagues. Later, when I went upstirs, I muttered that the office was in a very delicate condition and that my presence the next day was vital.
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“You're not going in tomorrow,” said my wife firmly when she saw my eyelid flicker.