Publisher's Synopsis
Her hair was a brilliant green. So was her spectacularly filled halter. So were her tight short-shorts, her lipstick and the lacquer on her nails. As she strolled into the Main of the starship, followed hesitantly by the other girl, she drove a mental probe at the black-haired, powerfully-built man seated at the instrument-banked console. Blocked.
She turned to her companion and spoke aloud. "So these are the system's best." The emphasis was somewhere between condescension and sneer. "Not much to choose between, I'd say ... 'port me a tenth-piece, Clee? Heads, I take the tow-head." She flipped the coin dexterously. "Heads it is, Lola, so I get Jim-James James James the Ninth himself. You have the honor of pairing with Clee-or should I say His Learnedness Right the Honorable Director Doctor Cleander Simmsworth Garlock, Doctor of Philosophy, Doctor of Science, Prime Operator, President and First Fellow of the Galaxian Society, First Fellow of the Gunther Society, Fellow of the Institute of Paraphysics, of the Institute of Nuclear Physics, of the College of Mathematics, of the Congress of Psionicists and of all the other top-bracket brain-gangs you ever heard of. Also, for your information, his men have given him a couple of informal degrees-P.D.Q. and S.O.B." Here is E.E.Smith's great novel . . . .
