I was trying to stick my fingers down his throat when Rosemary appeared. "He won't die," she said. "But I wouldn't advise eating those clams. Nearly all of the fish are poisonous. He'll be all right in a few minutes."
"What are we going to eat?" I asked. "Not that we're starving, but the supply of food on our spaceship won't last forever."
"I have a garden," said Rosemary, "and I've domesticated some livestock."
"My—uh—dear," said Clive, between groans. "I appoint you Secretary of Agriculture."
"Let's get some things straight," said Rosemary. "This planet is not going to be like the earth."
"But a democracy, my dear—"
"Okay, it's a democracy. I'm not opposed to freedom of government, but there are a lot of things outside government that need changing. Back on earth, man is the dominant sex. On this planet, woman will be."
"But there are two men, only one woman," Clive said. He was breathing a little easier now and I judged he was recovering.
"All the more reason why woman should be dominant," said Rosemary. "I'm more valuable."
"We're stronger. Women must have men to protect them."