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‘Alcohol is banned. You're still in the first trimester.'
'If you do not pour me a class of wine, I am going to have a cigarette.'
Short of physical restraint or violence, there was nothing I could do to stop Rosie drinking. I brought a glass of white wine to her study and sat in one of the spare chairs.
'Not having one yourself?' sha said.
'No.'
Rosie took a sip. 'Don, have you watered this down?'
'It's a low-alcohol wine.'
'It is certainly is now.'
I watched as she took a second sip, imagining the alcohol crossing from the placental wall, damaging brain cells, reducing our unborn child from a future Einstein to a physicist who would fall just short of taking science to a new level. A child who would never have the experience described by Richard Feynman of knowing something about the universe that no one ever had before. Or, given the medical heritage on Rosie's side, perhaps he or she would stand on the brink of a cure for cancer. But a few brain cells, destroyed by a mother driven to irrationality by pregnancy-induced hormones...
这一段实在是太逗了！老婆喝了一口馋了睡得久，Don就能脑补出自己的孩子从未来爱因斯坦变成了平庸物理学家的惊天巨变，真是好一出大戏！