"I'll talk. I'll talk because you'll never get a chance to use the information."
"You talk, and I'll take my chances on that."
Norma frowned. "Please, Farradyne?"
"Maybe later," he said soothingly. "Go sit down and wait."
Norma turned and headed for the divan.
"Spill it," he said to Carolyn. "What the hell's going on, and why?"
"This is war," she said.
"Like hell it's war. This is backstabbing. But it'll be war as soon as we can fight back."
"It is war," she repeated. "The process should not be unfamiliar to you; you've done it yourselves time and again. First you weaken the enemy by undermining his resources, by lowering his resistance, by turning his efforts towards advancement against some stumbling block. Then—"
"I presume that doping the women of a race with hellflowers is an honorable practise?" sneered Farradyne.