"I can pay you for this," he said. "It's very kind of you, but you mustn't think I'm penniless. I've just been too preoccupied to take care of myself."
"Sure," said the girl. "But we can call this an advance. I want to sign up for some classes."
"Be happy to have you."
"Am I bothering you?" asked the girl. "You said something odd when you fainted—'Orpheus.'"
"Did I say that? I must have been thinking of Milles' Orpheus Fountain in Copenhagen. I've seen photos, but I've never been there."
"Germany? But there's nothing left of Germany."
"Copenhagen's in Denmark. There's quite a lot of Denmark left. It was only on the fringes. Heavily radiated, but still there."
"I want to travel, too," she said. "I work at La Guardia and I've never been off, except for an orbiting excursion. I want to go to the Moon on my vacation. They give us a bonus in travel vouchers. It must be wonderful dancing under the low gravity."
Spaceport? Off? Low gravity? Terms belonging to the detested electronic world of the stereopantograph in which he had no place.
"Be very interesting," he said, closing his eyes to conceal disgust.