Thatevening，Cliffordwantedtobenicetoher。Hewasreadingoneofthelatestscientific-religiousbooks：hehadastreakofaspurioussortofreligioninhim，andwasegocentricallyconcernedwiththefutureofhisownego。ItwaslikehishabittomakeconversationtoConnieaboutsomebook，sincetheconversationbetweenthemhadtobemade，almostchemically。
Theyhadalmostchemicallytoconcoctitintheirheads。
`Whatdoyouthinkofthis，bytheway？’hesaid，reachingforhisbook。
`You’dhavenoneedtocoolyourardentbodybyrunningoutintherain，ifonlywehaveafewmoreaeonsofevolutionbehindus。Ah，hereitis!——“Theuniverseshowsustwoaspects：ononesideitisphysicallywasting，ontheotheritisspirituallyascending。“’
Connielistened，expectingmore。ButCliffordwaswaiting。Shelookedathiminsurprise。