“Realistic. That's the word he used.” “Well, why not? It's a lousy world, Lily. It's probably all going to get blown to hell by an H-bomb in five or ten years. Or maybe tomorrow afternoon. The old rules don't work any more, can't you see that? We don't have a ripe old age to live to. So we might as well make the best of it now.” Lily smiled bitterly. “Eat, drink, and be merry, because tomorrow comes the H-bomb?”