Another Excerpt From “The Bookmen”
"I suspect we'll see each other at breakfast more than dinner," Jan said. "Your goal is to stay out God knows how late knocking on doors until you've made a sale."
"That's my MO, and it can make for a long night. On the other hand, I rack up a lot of business when everybody else has gone beddy-bye."
"We have a problem of mismatched circadian rhythms. By nine at the latest, I'm asleep."
"During the week, if I get to the office before noon, I'm in good shape. I hope you'll stay up late for me a few evenings a week."
"It will take getting used to. I'm no night owl, and my job at the school is nine to five."
"Before we know it, we'll be geezers. We need to enjoy our prime of life. You're an old lady of twenty-two and I'm only twenty."
She pretended to slap me. "Thank you very much, sir. I guess it's downhill from here. We had a good system at UCLA: work together, play together. Studying together took on a sensual dimension."
"That's why we got married - unlimited sex." I laughed.
"Excuse me. I wouldn't say unlimited. We both need to be in the mood."
"Thank you, Betty Friedan. I agree with her. There's a difference between truly mysterious femininity and a false mystique of subservient womanhood."
"I think your mother was a good influence on you."
"Very true. I admire her strength and independence. Not so much my dad."
"Anyhow, it's a good thing my daddy's a doctor. He prescribed a lifetime supply of contraceptive pills."
"Speaking of books, it reminds me of that book your former fiancé gave you, Love Without Fear - of unwanted bambinos."
"The truism that professional women constantly hear is that we'll get pregnant and drop out. Yes, women can get pregnant, but the last time I looked it takes sperm and an ovum."
"Quite right. That criticism of women is prurient, maybe Puritanical too. You're just sex machines. It also implies male dominance."
"Nothing can make me quit. All I've wanted my whole life is to be a physician. If we have an accident, I won't get an abortion. I'll waddle through my classes and stay on track to graduate with my MD degree."
"And you'll be a fine physician."
She smiled demurely. "I have the looks, and you have the brains."
"That's not true. I'm not bad looking."
She fake smacked me again.