"I mean it's _me_, my theory, my calculations. I've proved
theoretically that any given spot can be a jumping off place for
another universe. Do you realize what that means?"
The psychiatrist was annoyed by the question, for he had no idea what
it meant. His one over-whelming, immediate desire was to start a
chicken farm.
"Just what does it mean?" he compromised.
"It means that if we can develop this commercially, space travel to the
farthest star will be as easy as walking across the street."
Dr. Rawlings' annoyance rose higher at this. Space travel again, after
only a few weeks ago he had convinced a woman from Mars that such
things were impossible. Oh, well.
"This is very interesting," he lied, "but--ah--just what is the nature
of your difficulty?"
"My ideas used to be _only_ theoretical," Moore told him. "But through
some quirk of fate I've advanced beyond that stage to a point where I'm
actually capable of crossing the barrier."