Fourteen slow minutes went by. Samson and his wife looked at each other
and said nothing.
The Kassids had tried converting Midge, to see if she were as moronic
as described. Midge had reacted properly, being so befuddled that she
could hardly work her way through a sentence; but she had heard a faint
echo of the Word.
Harlow said, "I don't know what to say to you, kids. You'll be
remembered for this, both of you. A long time. History's been a dull
subject for the last few centuries, but this will liven it up. I don't
think anybody will hesitate to call it a major victory. Over."
Samson smiled, bitterly and sadly.
"That depends," he said, "on how you define 'victory'."