He went across the room and sat down beside her.
"Sure, I get steamed up," he said. "But - "
"What now?"
"Have you ever thought... well, have you ever tried to work at it? Like moving something else, some object - other than yourself?"
"No, I never have."
"Why not?"
"Look, Buster. I drop in to have a drink with you and to forget myself. I didn't come primed for a long technical discussion. I couldn't, anyway. I just don't understand. There's so much we don't understand."
She looked at him and there was something very much like fright brimming in her eyes.
"You pretend that you don't mind," she said. "But you do mind. You wear yourself out pretending that you don't mind at all."
"Then let's quit pretending," Bishop said. "Let's admit - "