‘You, damn it! Your insight! Since the first year of the project, you’ve been hidden away up here in Princeton, doing God knows what.’ ‘Oh … Look Hrunkner, I’m sorry. The atomic power stuff just isn’t very interesting to me anymore.’ Knowing Underhill for all these years, Unnerby should not have been surprised by the comment. Nevertheless, it made him want to chew on his hands. Here was a fellow who abandoned fields of endeavor before others even knew they existed. If he were simply a crank, there’d be no problem. As it was, sometimes Unnerby would have cheerfully killed the cobber.
