"I see. Seems you laid out a large sum of money for a mass spectrograph."
"I did."
"And what did he do?"
"He made notes on it and is going to peddle it as a commercial product. He'll probably make fifty thousand dollars out of it."
"I suggested that," admitted the psychiatrist.
"That's all right. I don't mind. It sort of tickles me, basically. I do things constantly that make him roar with anguish. And then his only rebuttal is to take it and make something practical out of it."
"I see."
"That, you understand, is the game that has been going on for some time between all physicists and engineers."
"If you'd leave one another alone, you'd all be better off," said Hamilton. "From what I've heard, the trouble lies in the fact that physicists are not too interested in the practical details, whilst the engineer resents the physicist's insistance upon getting that last point zero two percent of performance."
"Are you willing to give me my answer?"