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Harlan
struggled
to
his
feet
.
"
You
chose
me
?
As
a
subject
?
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
said
Finge
stiffly
,
"
but
it
was
necessary
.
You
made
a
very
good
subject
.
"
Harlan
stared
at
him
.
Finge
had
the
grace
to
squirm
a
bit
under
that
wordless
stare
.
He
said
,
"
Don
’
t
you
see
?
No
,
you
still
don
’
t
.
Look
,
Harlan
,
you
’
re
a
coldfish
product
of
Eternity
.
You
won
’
t
look
at
a
woman
.
You
consider
women
and
all
that
concerns
t
.
hem
unethical
.
No
,
there
’
s
a
better
word
.
You
consider
them
sinful
.
That
attitude
shows
all
over
you
,
and
to
any
woman
you
’
d
have
all
the
sex
appeal
of
a
month
-
dead
mackerel
.
Yet
here
we
have
a
woman
,
a
beautiful
pampered
product
of
a
hedonistic
culture
,
who
ardently
seduces
you
on
your
first
evening
together
,
virtually
begging
for
your
embrace
.
Don
’
t
you
understand
that
that
is
ridiculous
,
impossible
,
unless
-
well
,
unless
it
is
the
confirmation
we
were
looking
for
.
"
Harlan
struggled
for
words
.
"
You
say
she
sold
herself
—
"
"
Why
that
expression
?
There
is
no
shame
attached
to
sex
in
this
Century
.
The
only
strange
thing
is
that
she
chose
you
as
partner
,
and
that
she
did
for
the
sake
of
eternal
life
.
It
’
s
plain
.
"
And
Harlan
,
arms
raised
,
hands
claw
-
bent
,
with
no
rational
thought
in
his
mind
,
or
any
irrational
one
other
than
to
choke
and
throttle
Finge
,
sprang
forward
.
Finge
stepped
back
hastily
.
He
brought
out
a
blaster
with
a
quick
,
trembling
gesture
.
"
Don
’
t
touch
me
!
Back
!
"
Harlan
had
just
enough
sanity
to
halt
his
rush
.
His
hair
was
matted
.
His
shirt
was
stained
with
perspiration
.
His
breath
whistled
through
pinched
white
nostrils
.
Finge
said
shakily
,
"
I
know
you
very
well
,
you
see
,
and
I
thought
your
reaction
might
be
violent
.
Now
I
’
ll
shoot
if
I
have
to
.
"
