both concepts are useful — but they're going to be turned upside down and people will have to learn new rules (the hard way, just as we have) or be hopelessly outclassed. What happens to Lunar Enterprises when the common carrier between here and Luna City is teleportation?»
«Should I buy? Or sell?»
«Ask Saul. He might use the present corporation, or bankrupt it. Or it might be left untouched a century or two. But consider
«I have some idea, Sam. Almost a billion on oral contraceptives alone … more than half on worthless patent nostrums.»
«Oh, yes, you're a medical man.»
«Only in passing.»
«What happens to that industry — and to the shrill threats of moralists — when a female conceives only as an act of volition, when she is immune to disease, cares only for the approval of her own sort … and has her orientation so changed that she desires intercourse with a whole-heartedness that Cleopatra never dreamed of — but any male who tried to rape her would die so quickly, if she so grokked, that he wouldn't know what hit him? When women are free of guilt and fear — but invulnerable? Hell, the pharmaceutical industry will be a minor casualty — what other industries, laws, institutions, attitudes, prejudices, and nonsense must give way?»
«I don't grok its fullness,» admitted Jubal. «It concerns a subject of little personal interest to me.»
«One institution won't be damaged. Marriage.»
«So?»
«Very much so. Instead it will be purged, strengthened, and made endurable. Endurable? Ecstatic! See that wench down there with the long black hair?»
«Yes. I was delighting in its beauty earlier.»
«She knows it's beautiful and it's grown a foot and a half since we joined the church. That's my wife. Not much over a year ago we lived together like bad-tempered dogs. She was jealous … and I was inattentive. Bored. Hell, we were both bored and only our kids kept us together — that and her possessiveness; I knew she would never let me go without a scandal … and I didn't have any stomach for trying to put together a new marriage at my age, anyhow. So I grabbed a little on the side, when I could get away with it — a professor has many temptations, few safe opportunities — and Ruth was quietly bitter. Or sometimes not quiet. And then we joined up.» Sam grinned happily. «And I fell in love with my wife. Number-one gal friend!»
Sam had spoken only to Jubal, his words walled by noise. His wife was far down the table. She looked up and said clearly, «That's an exaggeration, Jubal. I'm about number six.»
Her husband called out, «Stay out of my mind, beautiful! — we're talking men talk. Give Larry your undivided attention.» He threw a roll at her.
She stopped it in orbit, propelled it back. «I'm giving Larry all the attention he wants … until later, maybe. Jubal, that brute didn't let me finish. Sixth place is wonderful! Because my name wasn't on his list till we joined the church. I hadn't rated as high as six with Sam for twenty years.»
«The point,» Sam said quietly, «is that we are now partners, more so than we ever were outside — and we got that way through the training, culminating in sharing and growing closer with others who had the same training. We all wind up in partnerships inside the group — usually with spouses-of-record. Sometimes not … and if not, the readjustment takes place without heartache and creates a warmer, better relationship between the “divorced” couple than ever, in bed and out. No loss and all gain. Shucks, this pairing needn't be between man and woman. Dawn and Jill for example — they work together like an acrobatic team.»
«Hmm … I had thought of them as being Mike's wives.»
«No more so than they are to any of us. Or than Mike is to the rest. Mike has been too busy to do more than make sure that he shared himself all the way around.» Sam added, «If anybody is Mike's wife, it's Patty, although she keeps so busy that the relation is more spiritual than physical. Both Mike and Patty are short-changed when it comes to mauling the mattress.»
Patty was farther away than Ruth. She looked up and said, «Sam dear, I don't feel short-changed.»
«Huh?» Sam announced bitterly, «The only thing wrong with this church is that a man has
This brought on him a barrage from distaff brothers. He tossed it all back without lifting a hand … until a plateful of spaghetti caught him full in the face — thrown, Jubal noticed, by Dorcas.
For a moment Sam looked like a crash victim. Then his face was clean and even sauce that spattered on Jubal's shirt was gone. «Don't give her any more, Tony. She wasted it; let her go hungry.»
«Plenty in the kitchen,» Tony answered. «Sam, you look good in spaghetti. Pretty good sauce, huh?» Dorcas's plate sailed out, returned loaded.
«Very good sauce,» agreed Sam. «I salvaged some that hit me in the mouth. What is it? Or shouldn't I ask?»
«Chopped policeman,» Tony answered.
Nobody laughed. Jubal wondered if the joke was a joke. Then he recalled that his brothers smiled a lot but rarely laughed — and besides, policeman should be good food. But the sauce couldn't be «long pig,» or it would taste like pork. This had a beef flavor.
He changed the subject. «The thing I like best about this religion — »
«“Religion”?» Sam interposed.
«Well, call it a church.»
«Yes,» agreed Sam. «It fills every function of a church, and its quasi-theology matches up with some real religions. I jumped in because I used to be a stalwart atheist — and now I'm a high priest and don't know what I am.»
«I understood you to say you were Jewish.»
«From a long line of rabbis. So I wound up atheist. Now look at me. But Saul and my wife Ruth are Jews in the religious sense — talk to Saul; you'll find it's no handicap. Ruth, once she broke past the barriers, progressed faster than I did; she was a priestess long before I became a priest. But she's the spiritual sort; she thinks with her gonads. Me, I have to do it the hard way, between my ears.»
«The discipline,» repeated Jubal. «That's what I like. The faith I was reared in didn't require anybody to know anything. Just confess and be saved, and there you were, safe in the arms of Jesus. A man might be too stupid to count sheep … yet conclusively presumed to be one of God's elect, guaranteed an eternity of bliss, because he had been “converted”. He might not even be a Bible student and certainly didn't have to know anything else. This church doesn't accept “conversion” as I grok it — »
«You grok correctly.»
«A person must start with a willingness to learn and follow it with long, hard study. I grok that is salutary.»
«More than salutary,» agreed Sam. «Indispensable. The concepts can't be thought about without the language, and the discipline that results in this horn-of-plenty of benefits — from how to live without fighting to how to please your wife — all derive from conceptual logic … understanding who you are, why you're here, how you tick — and behaving accordingly. Happiness is functioning the way a being is organized to function … but the words in English are a tautology, empty. In Martian they are a complete set of working instructions. Did I mention that I had a cancer when I came here?»
«Eh? No.»
«Didn't know it myself. Michael grokked it, sent me out for X-rays and so forth so that
Jubal nodded. «Professional double-talk. Some cancers go away, we don't know why.»
