She leaned toward him. "Why?"
He tossed off the balance of the drink, set the glass on the table and made a sweeping gesture. "They're all alike," he said brutally. "Fickle and treacherous. Deceivers. Always flinging their sex around."
"Not all women," she countered. "Take this Professor Madigan who discovered that new adhesion force."
"A woman?"
"Of course. Professor Madigan is a scholarly young woman. Her sex appeal might not win a beauty contest, but she discovered a perfectly wonderful man-catcher."
"What?"
"A new force. Works like gravity—only it's different. Its strength increases in ratio to the square of the distance."
"What are you talking about? Women don't understand things like that."
"No?"
"No! Need I spell it out for you? Your delivery should be in the pneumatic by now. Why don't you pick it up and go home and make your cake?"