In its shelter they developed a weapon. What is was we shall never know, and our race will live—or we shall… — Theodore Sturgeon

He had been released with alacrity from the office because of his propensity for small office politics. It was a game he still played, and completely aside from his boiled-looking red face and his slightly womanish walk, he was out of place in the field, for boot-licking and back-stabbing accomplish even less out on the field than they do in an office.