"I hope you aren't."
"Better me than someone who might be able to solve this thing."
"I don't think so."
"I'm no loss to civilization, Jane."
"That's your fault," she told him, half-angry. "You could be a great asset if you'd only try."
"And what form of attempt does this require?"
"Stop playing cynic. We don't need people to tell civilization that it has a dirty back yard or a few rotten beams in the cellar. What we need is a few men with ideals to tell us how to clean up the yard and how to bolster the rotten stringers. Set your sights on some goal, and then settle down to work for it."
Dave groaned. "How do you start settling down after thirty-five years of hell-raising?"
"Do you want to know?"
"I've often wanted to know."