“If we cut them——”
“That’s possible, of course.”
I took up a new thread of thought. “After all,” I said, “I suppose you don’t think these Selenites so infinitely wiser than men.”
“They must know a lot more—or at least a lot of different things.”
“Yes, but—” I hesitated.
“I think you’ll quite admit, Cavor, that you’re rather an exceptional man.”
“How?”
“Well, you—you’re a rather lonely man—have been, that is. You haven’t married.”
“Never wanted to. But why——?”