"He knows his stuff, though."
"Granted. Wes is brilliant. He is a physicist, though, and neither engineer nor inventor. I doubt that he is really interested in the practical aspects of anything that is not directly concerned with his eating and sleeping."
"What are we going to do about him?"
"Absolutely nothing. You aren't like him—"
"I hope not."
"And conversely, why should we try to make him like you?"
"That I'm against!" chimed in a new voice. Arden Channing took each man by the arm and looked up on either side of her, into one face and then the other. "No matter how, why, when, who, or what, one like him is all that the solar system can stand."
"Walt and I are pretty much alike."
"Uh-huh. You are. That's as it should be. You balance one another nicely. You couldn't use another like you. You're speaking of Wes Farrell?"
"Right."