Joseph Samachson

“ Because for the next couple of weeks, the only thing he'd talk about, outside of equations I couldn't understand, was this dame. How smart she was, and how beautiful she was, and how wonderful she was in every way that a dame can be wonderful, and how she loved him. For a time he had me convinced that she actually existed.
"Compared with you," I said, "Romeo had a mild case."
"There are some quantities so great that you can't measure them," he said. "That will give you some idea of our love for each other."
There it went, the old poetry, cropping out in him just like before. ”

“ Look, Perry, you're smart enough to know what I'm thinking——"
"You still think I'm crazy."
"I got an open mind on the subject. Now, if you won't see a doctor—then how about letting me take a look at this dame, so I can convince myself?"
"No," he said. "I've considered doing that, and decided against it. Her voice and image come through for only about five minutes a day, sometimes less. And those minutes are very precious to us. We don't want any one else present, any one at all." ”

“ That's how she and I could talk to each other and see each other."
"Perry, I think you ought to see a good doctor."
"It's a remarkable device," he said, paying no attention to how I was trying to help him. "She's the one who first constructed it and contacted me. It's based on an extension of Einstein's equations——"
"You think you can explain so much," I said. "Okay, then, explain this. This dame isn't going to be born for a thousand years. And yet you tell me you're in love with her. What's the difference between you and somebody that's nuts?" ”