He stared disgustedly at the board. “Well, that's what I mean,” he muttered. “I had no idea there were so many varieties of crackpot politico-economic systems among the UP membership.”
“They're not necessarily crackpot,” she protested mildly. “Just at different stages of development.”
“Not crackpot!” he said. “Here we are heading for a planet named Kropotkin which evidently practices anarchy.”
“Your move,” she said. “What's wrong with anarchism?”
He glowered at her, in outraged disgust. Was it absolutely impossible for him to say anything without her disagreement?
Tog said mildly, “The anarchistic ethic is one of the highest man has ever developed.” She added, after a moment of pretty consideration. “Unfortunately, admittedly, it hasn't been practical to put to practice. It will be interesting to see how they have done on Kropotkin.”
“Anarchist ethic, yes,” Ronny snapped. “I'm no student of the movement but the way I understand it, there isn't any.”
Tog smiled sweetly. “The belief upon which they base their teachings is that no man is capable of judging another.”
Ronny cast his eyes ceilingward. “O.K., I give up!”
She began rapidly resetting the pieces. “Another game?” she said brightly.