“No, she was as hungry for my compliments as I was for her apple pie, so we simply made a fair exchange.”
“And the directions back to the Colony?”
“The direction?” and he felt extremely stupid. “I felt all the time that—in my sub-conscious mind—there was a thought trying to assert itself.”
“But the strength of a bad habit,” I remarked, “held back the thought: habit is a strong force for good or evil, for it perpetuates itself by a form, as it were, of auto-suggestion. You know all suggestions are powerful.”
“It is good pie, isn’t it?” he asked, irrelevantly.
