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I had never thought the aroma of coffee desirable until this<br />
morning. It snaked its way from the kitchen, through the<br />
living room, down the hall, till it teased my nose as I<br />
watched its graceful swirling. I felt the beans must have<br />
been ground by a Columbian choreographer. I pictured her<br />
in drab factory coveralls too big for her, the pantlegs almost<br />
touching the floor, but when she walked, there were<br />
glimpses of the crimson pumps she used to dance in and<br />
she was angry that the teatro had been shelled forcing her<br />
to work for the coffee cartel, so that her one act of defiance<br />
was to grind her dancing into the beans. Later, when I told<br />
this to Jane, who worked in a laboratory, and did not trust<br />
anything that could not be proven either mathematically or<br />
scientifically, she ran down the list of, what I call the<br />
ingredients, in the coffee beans. Naturally, this was<br />
followed by a short discourse explaining that ingredients<br />
was a term used in cooking not in the laboratory, the type<br />
of discourse that usually followed when I referred to<br />
something scientific in an unscientific way. To quell the<br />
flood of science this morning as we sat in bed drinking our<br />
coffee, I began reading poetry to Jane, as I did after all her<br />
scientific discourses. I had learned early on, however, not to<br />
read any poetry to her that was not Contemporary as her<br />
only response was to give a detailed explanation of the<br />
mathematical construction of the poem. Jane had eventually<br />
resigned herself to what she called the uninhabitable island<br />
of free verse and so this morning, reading poetry, the air<br />
clears of all theorems and formulas, and the aroma of the<br />
dancing beans comes back to me.<br />
Why Jane and I stay together amidst this constant tug<br />
of-war between science and art is rather complex. This<br />
morning, though, I believe part of the reason is found in the<br />
coffee, which Jane served in beakers rather than cups,<br />
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