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LUX

He was a knower of logic, the classical system-of-the-system which describes the rules and procedures of systematic thought by which analytic knowledge may be structured and interrelated. He was so swift at this his Stanford-Binet IQ, which is essentially a record of skill at manipulation, was recorded at 170, a figure that occurs in only one person in fifty thousand.
 
He was systematic, but to say he thought and acted like a machine would be to misunderstand the nature of his thought. It was not like pistons and wheels and gears all moving at once, massive and coordinated.
 
The image of a laser beam comes to mind instead; a single pencil of light of such terrific energy in such extreme concentration it can be shot at the moon and its reflection seen back on earth.
 
In proportion to his intelligence he was extremely isolated. There's no record of his having had close friends. He traveled alone. Always.
 
Even in the presence of others he was completely alone. People sometimes felt this and felt rejected by it, and so did not like him, but their dislike was not important to him.
 
His wife and family seem to have suffered the most. His wife says those who tried to go beyond the barriers of his reserve found themselves facing a blank. My impression is that they were starved for some kind of affection which he never gave.
 
Perhaps his aloneness was the result of his intelligence, Perhaps it was the cause. But the two were always together. An uncanny solitary intelligence.
 
This still doesn't do it though, because this and the image of a laser beam convey the idea that he was completely cold and unemotional, and that is not so.
 
One fragment becomes especially vivid now of a scene in the mountains where the sun was behind the mountain half an hour and the early twilight had changed the trees and even the rocks to almost blackened shades of blue and gray and brown. Lux had been there three days without food. His food had run out but he was thinking deeply and seeing things and was reluctant to leave. He was not far away from where he knew there was a road and was in no hurry.
 
In the dusk coming down the trail he saw a movement and then what seemed to be a dog approaching on the trail, a very large sheep dog, or an animal more like a husky, and he wondered what would bring a dog to this obscure place at this time of evening.
 
He realized later that it was a timber wolf, and the memory of this incident stayed with him for a long time. I think it stayed with him because he had seen a kind of image of himself.
 
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