Diplomatic Immunity
“She hits the button for the elevator, then pushes a loose strand of hair over her ear. She regards me with amused condescension.“Do I have to beg?” I ask her.“It would not help,” she tells me. “And you know it.”Her eyes go to the numbers above the elevator door. It occurs to me how absurd I must have seemed to the journalists who attended, albeit briefly, my course on journalism and the Secretariat. Did I honestly believe that I could teach them something? That they might actually want to liste...n? It’s not just the reflexive skepticism they exhibit on every subject under the sun; it’s this attitude, exactly what I’m getting from Marie here—that questions are the things they ask and you answer, that any reversal of roles is tantamount to the overthrow of the laws of nature—that sets them irredeemably apart. The give-and-take of daily life is not for them a two-way street; some essential human quality seems to be missing.So now I raise my voice quite deliberately. “Didn’t we have a deal?”Marie blanches.MoreLess
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