"How can we expect to manage it?" he growled into the fog.
"What?" said Bobs, at his elbow.
"Wraith, where did you drop from?" he demanded.
"Out of the fog to answer your question. What was it?"
"How can a woman be an artist and a human being at the same time?"
She peered at him before she replied.
"She can't. She can only be them in relays. Artist awhile, human awhile. Living takes too much from her. Loving, wiving, mothering are too devouring. Men manage their part of it, but women cannot; that is my decision."
"You think she must choose between them?"
"No, that is too big a price to pay for either."
"How, then?"