George and I shared a supervisor in the person of the superintelligent and rather alarming Dr. Helen Brayford: she of the short tweed skirt, black tights and piercing gaze. Her husband, an accountant, was self-effacing to the point of complete insignificance.
"Tell me", I once asked George, "Do you ever feel any sexual desire towards her?"
He considered, and then replied, "Only to the extent that when she ridicules my work I have a strong desire to spank her!"
"I wonder if her husband ever does that?" I said.
"He certainly ought to!" George replied.
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