“I’m a sailor, Marlowe. I couldn’t settle down if I wanted to. A man in my profession takes what he can get—which is all the girls want to offer anyhow.” “Maybe,” I allowed, pushing off the control console to stand straight again. “Maybe you’re right. But there are women and women, commander. Some ask nothing of us, and so we are nothing to them. But there are those women who ask all of us. Those are the ones worth giving all for.”
