"Bah?" reiterated Whitlow. "Bah?"
"Certainly bah!" said the general. "All it takes is a little training."
"All what takes?" said Whitlow, helplessly.
"Falling, man, falling!" the general boomed. "If a man can fall safely from ten feet— Why not from ten times ten feet!?"
"Because," said Whitlow, "increasing height accelerates the rate of falling, and—"
"Poppycock!" the general roared.
"Yes, sir," said Whitlow, somewhat cowed.
"Muscle-building. That's the secret. Endurance. Stress. Strain. Tension."
"If— If you say so ..." said Whitlow, slumping lower and lower in his chair as the general's massive form leaned precariously over him. "But—"