"Eventually. If it is interesting, I will. What bothers me mostly, though," said Thomas thoughtfully, "are two things. One of them is that open drum of gooey tar. The other one is that vat of used motor oil."
"The oil I understand. But what is the tarlike goo?"
"I forget its name. It is one of the natural asphalt family and it ranks high—along with chewing gum—among those substances in which I would least like to bathe."
"Um. I detect a tone of distaste," laughed Elaine. "Here's another little tricky gadget. Looks sort of like your tungsten box."
"Oh?" asked Thomas.
"Yes ... say, Tommy, what's an epicenter?"
"Ah ... why?" asked the physicist, his attention on the cyclospectrograph.
"This box has a little sign on it. It says: 'Be an epicenter' and some other stuff."
"The epicenter is the main feature around which the phenomena revolves," explained Thomas idly.
"Oh."