"They are not even fit for cleaning floors," Gregrill said. He suddenly smiled. "Do you not see the change I have made?" He gestured at his head. Through tear-blinded eyes, she saw his glossy waves of hair. The antennae were gone! "It hurt only a little," he said. "I could not wait until I had them off. I have been ashamed of them for so long." Lord, who was this person she had married? _She didn't know him!_ "I see that you are still upset," he said. "Please understand that these Venusians must be kept in their place." It was some stranger. She couldn't be married to him. She couldn't! "I wonder if I look like an Earthling now," he said. "Tell me, do you think that I look a little like your father and his friends?" She answered him wearily, defeatedly: "Yes, Greg. You do. Exactly." End of Project Gutenberg's Education of a Martian, by Joseph Shallit