Or should the people with brains sit tight and let the people with hearts look after them?” “They frequently do.” “So they do.” For the fifth time he summoned the waiter to pick up Harriet’s napkin for her. “Why do geniuses make bad husbands, and all that? But what are you going to do about the people who are cursed with both hearts and brains?” “I’m sorry I keep on dropping things; this silk’s so slippery. Well, that’s just the problem, isn’t it? I’m beginning to believe they’ve got to choose.” “Not compromise?” “I don’t think the compromise works.”
