"But why doesn't he shake hands with you?" she asked in high C.
The bald man shook his head. "You wouldn't understand about that. But it has something to do with the voltage. Men's voltage multiply, whereas a man and a woman's voltage merely add. If we shook hands we'd burn our brains out. But if you and he shake hands it will merely stimulate you two physically. Nothing dangerous about it."
"It seems immoral," she said.
"I hadn't thought of it that way," the bald man admitted. "But history reveals that men and women even went further than that centuries ago, and never thought anything about it."
The woman coyly lowered her eyes. "If he shakes hands with me," she said softly, "he really should marry me."
"Why?"
"Because I'd probably have a dozen children before tomorrow night."
"Good Lord!" the bald man exclaimed. "That's right. Have you thought about that, Fillmore?"
"No," Fillmore said. "My mind has been turned off for some time. But the hypothesis is reasonable. I'll have to figure out something."
"Not here."