“Not my idea. Tested fact.”
“Damn facts. Those arranged tests and their facts are utterly nothing at all. Women’s controls appear to be feebler because they have so much more to control. I don’t mean physically. Mentally. By seeing everything simultaneously. Unless they are the kind of woman who has been warped into seeing only one thing at a time. Scientifically. They are freaks. Women see in terms of life. Men in terms of things, because their lives are passed amongst scraps.”
“... Now we can begin to talk. It’s easier, you know, to talk hand in hand.”
The touch of his hand bringing a perfect separation. Everything suddenly darkened. Two little people side by side in a darkness. Exactly alike. Hypo gone. His charm, quite gone.
Alma crossing the end of the lawn. There was not any feeling of guilt. Only the sense of her isolation. Companionship with her isolation. Then the shock of his gay voice ringing out to her across the lawn.
“Susan, if you have that day in town, awful things will happen.” Her little pink-clad figure turning for a moment to wave a hand.
“Of course they will! Rather!”
“We’re licensed!”
“Susan doesn’t like me.”