"Miss LaTour!" I was desperate. "Do you realize what this would mean
to science?" I tried to explain to her, "For centuries, man has tried
to find the answer to the secrets of the action of mass subject to
certain movements at certain speeds, knowing that mass and energy were
identical--"
"I coulda given them the answer any time they wanted to catch me at the
Little Venus Burly-que," she retorted fliply. "I use plenty of energy,
but, brother, I never waste a movement."
"Please, young lady, this flippant attitude toward science--"
"What do I care about science? All I want is my routine. Now, can you
hep me to what's putting the crimp in my act, so's I can iron out that
there fourth-dimensional wiggle?"
"I'd have to study this peculiar phenomenon much more closely--"
"Nothin' doin'! You seen all you're going to!"
"But you don't understand," I pleaded.
"Lissen! I built myself up from a walk-on in the chorus. Worked hard,
see? Figured out my own bumps and grinds and hip-rolls, just so's I
could make myself the biggest tease name in the galaxy. And now, what
goes? I got what you call a fourth-dimensional wiggle that gets me
out through somebody's space warp into somebody's back yard who lived
before I was born! This here thing's warpin' my personality. I'm fed
up," she cried.