“Can I ask you something, Igor?” “Yeth, Ozz.” “What’re female Igors called, Igor?” Igor stumbled and kept moving. He was silent for a while, and then said: “All right, what did I do wrong?” “Sometimes you forget to lisp,” said Polly. “But mostly . . . it’s just a feeling. Little things about the way you move, maybe.” “The word you’re looking for is ‘Igorina,’” said Igorina. “We don’t lisp as much as the boys. It’s a style thing.” They continued in more silence until Polly said, “I thought it was bad enough cutting my hair—”
