And for me, at least,
there's a ‘spiritual' side to it: which sperm cell is MEANT to
fertilize which egg. Can you see what I'm driving at?'
Kalus, who had understood very little, could only say. 'I have made
love to only two women in my life. And I should have been more than
content with the one, if she..... Well if..... I don't know if I
can help you,' he finished weakly. But then, whether because of the
alcohol, the other man's openness, or the sheer physical need to let
it out, he told him.
'I made love to Kataya last night.'
'Good,' said Smith warmly. 'Good for you.'
'Not good for me. . .or Sylviana. She learned of it, and cast me
out.' He lowered his face, bitter and ashamed. 'I feel as if
I'm already dead.'
Smith was quiet for a moment, allowing the other to gather himself, then
simply said what he thought.
'You did nothing wrong, Kalus. I see in you no more of the user and
the taker than I do in myself---probably the reason we've both slept
with so few women. But as for Sylviana. . .maybe she won't
understand. But maybe, in time, she will. Welles is probably giving
her the same talk right now.'
At this Kalus looked down into the bowl once more, and saw to his relief
and glimmering hope that Dr. Welles was in fact speaking seriously with
Sylviana, who blushed, looking down, then up at him uncertainly.
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