Baley said helplessly, “But she can’t go in there.” Gremionis said, “Why not? It’s communal.” “But it’s for men.” “It’s for people,” said Gremionis. He seemed utterly confused. “Either sex? Surely you can’t mean that.” “Any human being. Of course I mean it! How would you want it to be? I don’t understand.” Baley turned away. It had not been many minutes before that he had thought that open conversation in a Personal was the acme in bad taste, of Things Not Done.
