We never understood her, Livia.
Of course we didn’t. She was twice our age – more! On the verge of retirement! And she was always broader than we were. She’d come from another world – an Eastern European world.
She could have been awesomely good or awesomely evil. We couldn’t tell. We couldn’t read her. We couldn’t understand her.
She was beyond us. She came from another world. She knew things. She knew things. The whole of maths … of physics, as well as philosophy.
We didn’t know her plans, Livia. Her purposes were alien to us. The game she was playing with the university. Her Great Game.
And there was her philosophical game. We could hardly grasp her philosophy. I think we’re only beginning to get it now, her philosophy. Her Gnosticism. Her anti-worldism.
Work in Progress 