wants to add, I think we should proceed to a decision.'
`Before we do that, Mr Chair,' says Swarts, 'I would like to plead with Professor Lurie one last time. Is there any form of statement he would be prepared to subscribe to?'
`Why? Why is it so important that I subscribe to a statement?'
`Because it would help to cool down what has become a very heated situation. Ideally we would all have preferred to resolve this case out of the glare of the media. But that has not been possible. It has received a lot of attention, it has acquired overtones that are beyond our control. All eyes are on the university to see how we handle it. I get the impression, listening to you, David, that you believe you are being treated unfairly. That is quite mistaken. We on this committee see ourselves as trying to work out a compromise which will allow you to keep your job. That is why I ask whether there is not a form of public statement that you could live with and that would allow us to recommend something less than the most severe sanction, namely, dismissal with censure.'
`You mean, will I humble myself and ask for clemency?'
Swarts sighs. 'David, it doesn't help to sneer at our efforts. At least accept an adjournment, so that you can think your position over.'
`What do you want the statement to contain?'
‘An admission that you were wrong.'
‘I have admitted that. Freely. I am guilty of the charges brought against me.'
`Don't play games with us, David. There is a difference between pleading guilty to a charge and admitting you were wrong, and you know that.'
‘And that will satisfy you: an admission I was wrong?'
`No,' says Farodia Rassool. 'That would be back to front. First Professor Lurie must make his statement. Then we can decide whether to accept it in mitigation. We don't negotiate first on what should be in his statement. The statement should come from him, in his own words. Then we can see if it comes from his heart.'
‘And you trust yourself to divine that, from the words I use - to divine whether it comes from my heart?'
`We will see what attitude you express. We will see whether you express contrition.'
`Very well. I took advantage of my position vis-a-vis Ms Isaacs. It was wrong, and I regret it. Is that good enough for you?'
`The question is not whether it is good enough for me, Professor Lurie, the question is whether it is good enough for you. Does it reflect your sincere feelings?'
He shakes his head. 'I have said the words for you, now you want more, you want me to demonstrate their sincerity. That is preposterous. That is beyond the scope of the law. I have had enough. Let us go back to playing it by the book. I plead guilty. That is as far as I am prepared to go.'
`Right,' says Mathabane from the chair. 'If there are no more questions for Professor Lurie, I will thank him for attending and excuse him.'
At first they do not recognize him. He is halfway down the stairs before he hears the cry That's him!’ followed by a scuffle of feet.
They catch up with him at the foot of the stairs; one even grabs at his jacket to slow him down.
`Can we talk to you just for a minute, Professor Lurie?' says a voice.
He ignores it, pressing on into the crowded lobby, where people turn to stare at the tall man hurrying from his pursuers.
Someone bars his way. 'Hold it!' she says. He averts his face, stretches out a hand. There is a flash. A girl circles around him. Her hair, plaited with amber beads, hangs straight down on either side of her face. She smiles, showing even white teeth. 'Can we stop and speak?' she says.
`What about?'
A tape recorder is thrust toward him. He pushes it away. ‘About how it was,' says the girl.
`How what was?'
The camera flashes again.
`You know, the hearing.'
‘I can't comment on that.'
‘OK, so what can you comment on?'
`There is nothing I want to comment on.'
The loiterers and the curious have begun to crowd around. If he wants to get away, he will have to push through them. ‘Are you sorry?' says the girl. The recorder is thrust closer. Do you regret what you did?'
`No,' he says. 'I was enriched by the experience.'
The smile remains on the girl's face. 'So would you do it again?'
‘I don't think I will have another chance.'
`But if you had a chance?'
`That isn't a real question.'
She wants more, more words for the belly of the little machine, but for the moment is at a loss for how to suck him into further indiscretion.
`He was what by the experience?' he hears someone ask sotto voce. `He was enriched.'
