A commonwealth

A common heritage

Chapter 19 A commonwealth

“Come to the department, we'll talk,” the secretary said in that combination tone of gruff and silk. They shook hands.

“I'll be glad to,” he replied, “ Our attitudes are based on what we know at this time.”

She had taken two steps forward, but turned with her face at an angle to say,” It's what anybody knows.”

Her staff closed around her and the secret service led her away to her car.

Bob went to his room.

“How's Goliath today?” David, another staff member, that he shared his room with, asked.

“She wore a green dress,” Bob replied.

Charles figured his research on TMNT would be desktop.

“An in-depth assessment of TMNT on its reliance of neolithic images as a tool for the refinement of archetype traits in the human population,” Charles said it out loud, “ and,” he added after a while,” an evaluation of its effectiveness.”

He needed to engage a model that would form a basis of past such schemes. He looked at all the pictures and notes he had organized on his wall.

“Zeus?” he asked with a note of incredulous nature, “maybe Herakles and the family. The sister?” It went on that way for a while. He recalled what Karen had reported about the Cheyenne shaman's comment on the world spirit.

“A little too much,” he said playfully,” I'm getting too old for this s**t.” He was repeating a line from the movies. His playfulness helped him think.

But the idea intrigued him. The legend of the Zeus family, certainly, was not a scientific model. It referred to an attempt by the thinkers of the past to bring to the human psyche, a way of viewing the world, past the great flood and the age of possibilities.

It aimed to cultivate in society a common relationship between people and their ability to carry on, effectively, with life. He thought that he might substitute for the experience with the management grid model. It measures productivity and cohesiveness in the workplace and continues to be engaged as a viable model of effective management at this time. He went for his book shelf.

Susan's curriculum development exercise engaged two aspects. First, she had to report on the prevailing needs of the community. Next, she had to create a focused argument as to how her curriculum would address those needs. She had to start with what the present generation knows and then lead them from there.

She reviewed the work by Dr. Steinberg on his dissertation, ' Evolutionary studies and its basis for religious practices,' through the university's subscription to ' Made Academia,' an online library and journal for research into the humanities.

She finally located Dr. Steinberg in New Zealand where he was on a sabbatical to rest and tender to new research possibilities.

“Dr. Steinberg? “ she asked into the phone.

“Who wants to know,” came a nose coned voice of reply.

“This is Dr. Susan Hauser of the Sorbonne. I wondered if I may speak to you on your dissertation?”

“What's there to speak?” he had asked. There was an interruption to the line as expressions of ' God damm ' and ' Fark ' came through discernibly.

“Dr. Steinberg, are you all right?” she called.

“I've burnt my beans,” he said. “ I tried to take it but it fell into the fire.”

“Turn off the stove,” she offered.

“Well, there's still some in the can,” he was muttering, ' but I can't reach the can. Maybe I could use a stick.”

“Dr.....Dr. Steinberg,” Susan intoned into the phone,” shall I call you back?”

“You caught me on time,” he said, “ I don't carry the phone around on the mountain treks.”

“Can I come to see you?” she asked.

“Yah...yah....,” he said like he was handling something hot, “ bring a sleeping bag,” he said.

She became curiously puzzled and surmised that the situation was not an ordinary one.

“Are we camping out some place?” she asked.

“Yes....,” he seemed hesitant,” I'm going to give you the address, take it down.”

Susan grabbed a piece of paper.

“Okay?” he asked. She affirmed.

“All right. It's camp no. 2, 5th billabong, MacAdam's peak 32 degrees west, Off the North South Highway, South Island, New Zealand. Look it up on the map,” he advised.”

“Okay,” she replied, with a hesitancy in her voice. They hung up. She realized that she hadn't told him when, but an inner voice told her surreptitiously, that it didn't matter.

Reviews

[patricia]

loved all the i burnt my beans stuff, and the second half of this chapter, i wasnt very grounded on the first half because i have lost where i am up to. Thanks.