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The man has delusions and, ordinarily, I would dismiss them from all consideration. Zeb looked his contempt, and tried to spit to one side but found no saliva for the purpose. And then he clapped hand to thigh, fumbled for a moment in his pocket, and said, My knife is gone. The eastern horizon, in the direction of the city, was lost in Darkness, and the road from Saro to the Observatory was a dull-red line

Automatically, he reached for a cigarette and decided against it. That's the trouble. (Devi-en was sickened at the thought that one intelligent being might be damaged by another. It need not have the slightest connection with what one's ordinary occupation is.