the cock of erring husband taking dour advantage of his wife’s earache to do that which is inconvenient.
The young landlubber dons a southwester, beats his wife to death in the shower.. . .
Benway: “Don’t take it so hard, kid. . . . ‘Jeder macht eine kleine Dummheit.’ ” (Everyone makes a little dumbness.)
Schafer: “I tell you I can’t escape a feeling . . . well, of evil about this.”
Benw ay: “Balderdash, my boy . . . We’re scientists.. . . Pure scientists. Disinterested research and damned be him who cries ‘Hold, too much  Such people are no better than party poops.”
Schafer: “Yes, yes, of course . . . and yet . . . I can’t get that stench out of my lungs.. . . ”
Benway (irritably): “None of us can. . . . Never smelled anything remotely like it. . . . Where was I? Oh yes, what would be result of administering curare plus iron lung during acute mania? Possibly the subject, unable to discharge his tensions in motor activity, would succumb.on the spot like a jungle rat. Interesting cause of death, what?”
Schafer is not listening. “You know,” he says impulsively, “I think I’ll go back to plain old-fashioned surgery. The human body is scandalously inefficient.
Instead of a mouth and an anus to get out of order why not have one all-purpose hole to eat and eliminate? We could seal up nose and mouth, fill in the stomach, make an air hole direct into the lungs where it should have been in the first place… .”
Benway: “Why not one all-purpose blob? Did I ever