'I am merely curious', his science officer answered. My guess is the butter was made from cow's milk, but that's just my guess. 'He doesn't say, but the Kafir people had cows as well as goats, and seem to have used a variety of milk products. 'What kind of animal provided the milk from which the butter had been made?' Before resuming his work, he asked: 'Jim - what kind of butter?' Spock nodded, thoughtfully and approvingly. Perhaps you would have wished it to continue, later, in the privacy of your tent? God, I love history.' He writes: 'I jumped as if shot, but the thing was over.' Oh, what a pity, Sir George. In fact - I can't stop speculating about it. 'That's right, and we can only speculate about Sir George's taste. 'You have informed me that not all human males enjoy this particular kind of stimulation.' And the unexpected sensation could have been - quite overwhelming.' 'You see, with all the taboos concerning physical intimacy in his culture, it's possible that the good Sir George never had experienced the touch of another person's mouth on his nipple. But I can't help thinking - ' Kirk chuckled again. 'Well, that's what he wants the readers to believe, I'm sure. This *would* explain his violent reaction.' In their society, that kind of behaviour would be as horrible as a display of great emotion on Vulcan.'

'Sucking another person's breast is an act of utmost intimacy, and in England, at the time when this book was published - let's see - in 1896, people weren't intimate in public. I have never known *you* to react in this manner.' 'Yes, but the humor of it lies in his reaction: 'I jumped as if shot.' I bet you did, Sir George.' My coat and shirt were opened and some butter was placed on my left breast, to which Shermalik' - that's the young man's name - 'applied his lips with the greatest energy and earnestness. 'I don't think he took it very seriously, so he deserved the shock of the adoption ceremony: 'At short intervals we had to turn our heads to one another and go through the motion of kissing with our lips a foot or so apart. 'One might say it seems somewhat rash to make such a commitment to a person he did not know very well.' The Englishman agrees to this arrangement, and the ceremony begins.' He wants to employ a young Kafir as his interpreter, but the young man insists to be adopted as the good doctor's son before he agrees to accompany him on the long journey. This area was virtually unknown to him and his countrymen, so he experienced a few cultural shocks.' He made a journey to a country he calls Kafiristan, somewhere between Persia and India. 'I'm reading a book by an English, 19th century physician, a Sir George something. And then, to Spock's relief, he said: 'Spock, listen to this.'

Spock reminded himself of how *he* disliked to be disturbed when immersed in an intellectual activity, and concentrated even harder on his work. He refrained from asking about the cause for his lover's merriment, not wanting to disturb his reading. Spock was working at the computer, and while Vulcans are usually inquisitive, they are rarely impolite. He was resting on his bed, lying on his back, reading. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen. This is a story about man's love for his fellow man. I'm not making any money from playing with your wonderful characters. Spock gets hungry.ĭisclaimer: Paramount, Viacom, please forgive me.

Fill me up buttercup