"It's a death struggle!" he asserted. "One gains at the expense of the other. For one to win, the other must lose! Like all the great activities - there can be no 'win-win'. It's bigger than that. It's like war! Like sex!"
That took the Cow by surprise. Long an advocate of the link between sex and power, the Cow could bore anyone beyond tears with sex-as-conquest better than most, but sex as death struggle? For one to win, the other must lose? She wondered worriedly about Mr Timberland's sex life, and hoped desperately that the absence of corpses piling up in his office was a good thing rather than a sign of repression.
"Perhaps," she ventured timidly, "it's a mutual struggle to the death - le petite mort, and all that?" But Mr Timberland's mind had already wandered elsewhere. "I wonder," he muttered distractedly, "if they can maintain their form into the test series?"