"Nothing at all?"
"Well, the screen's mottled gray and white, and the pattern's swirling slowly; but that's all."
"Is it particularly beautiful?" asked Watkins.
"No. It's hardly distinguishable."
Sliding right and left on the bar, striking first one and then another of the manuals, Watkins said to Summersby, "What do you figure these scientists are, anyway?"
"Mammals," said the big man.
"I suppose so—"
"They have navels. They weren't hatched."
"Oh." Watkins hadn't noticed that. "Where are we, then?"