propelled it on so quickly?

He got up and made himself a drink. But it sat untouched as he stood before the bar. Slowly, rhythmically, he thudded his right fist down on the top of the bar while his eyes stared bleakly at the wall.He grimaced. Well, for God's sake, he snapped jadedly at himself, the word hasn't got thorns, you know.H     e took a deep breath. All right, he ordered himself, is there any reason why it couldn't be germs?He turned away from the bar as if he could leave the question there. But questions had no location; they could follow him around.He sat in the kitchen staring into a steaming cup of coffee. Germs. Bacteria. Viruses. Vampires. Why am I so against it? he thought. Was it just reactionary stubbornness, or was it that the task would loom as too tremendous for him if it were germs?

 

He didn't know. He started out on a new course, the course of compromise. Why throw out either theory? One didn't necessarily negate the other. Dual acceptance and correlation, he thought.Bacteria could be the answer to the vampire.Everything seemed to flood over him then.It was as though he'd been the little D   utch boy with his finger in the dike, refusing to let the sea of reason in. There he'd been, crouching and content with his iron-bound theory. Now he'd straightened up and taken his finger out. The sea of answers was already beginning to wash in.