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mysterious life, six pounds of life being in itself obviously
too fragile to last.
But he had eventually slept, and waked to find the
twins with him in bed, suckled by Beanie, though he had
warned her that to bring them there could be
dangerous. He had slept, worked in his office,
appeared in court, traveled in defense of (mostly)
money; he had studied in his study the laws, ius civile,
of imperial Rome. And while he did so, the boys
studied too—the turn to the side, the smile, the full turn,
a seated position, a wave, a clap, a crawl, a creep.
Then they stood in their cribs crying
"mamamamamama," afraid to sit down, afraid to fall,
into what? For how could they know what might be
back there, they who had yet to study gravity? So they
clung to their bars, and when he came, they wailed
louder, "mamamamamama." Time after time Beanie had
gone to them, her robe a flow of color behind her, Juno
descending to rescue her chosen little men, who howled
and clutched at the rails of their tiny ships. Over and
over again she went, for as soon as saved, they stood
again—vain ambition of the human race. She never lost