“That was an awfully quick change of subject,” he went on, his voice changing markedly, “but that’s the penalty we pay for being human—if we lived at peak all the time, there could be no thrill in it, any time. And even though we have been married so long, I still get a tremendous kick out of those peaks.” “So long!” Dorothy giggled. “Of course we do, we’re unique. I know that everybody thinks that they are, but you and I _really_ are—and we _know_ that we are. Also, Dick, I know that it’s thinking of that DuQuesne…
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