I said: "Yes."
The lady said: "I would not like to touch a man who had no legs."
I said: "I am very clean."
The lady said: "I must overcome a great erotic disgust to speak with you, not to mention looking at you."
I said: "Really…"
The lady said: "I don’t believe that you are a criminal. You might be a wise and, in your original condition, nice person. But I could not, with the best will in the world, have relations with you, because you have no legs."
I said: "One gets used to everything."
The lady said: "That a man has no legs causes a naturally sensitive woman to feel an inexplicable, profound terror. As though you had committed a disgusting sin."
I said: "But I am innocent. I lost one leg in the excitement of assuming my professorial chair for the first time, the other I lost when, sunk in thought, I found that important aesthetic law which led to basic changes in our discipline."
The lady said: "What is the name of that law?"