They went slower after that, and were able to see the beauties of the sea and shore line.
“This actually makes me want to be a poet,” mused Doctor Trigg.
“You are one, dang it!” said Doctor Sims, violently.
“Me? Why, I never wrote a line of poetry in my life!”
“You do worse; you think it. I can feel it stewing around inside of you. If it wasn’t for me, Martin, you would just be another nuisance to humanity. But I choke you off—I choke you off!”
“Now that’s kind of you, Nicholas, but this scene ought to be excuse enough for anyone. Even you, Nicholas. How does it make you feel? Be honest!”
Doctor Sims reflected.
“Like a normal human being,” he said. “Nice day, nice boat, nice scenery, much obliged to our host. Doesn’t that cover everything?”
Doctor Trigg laughed heartily. “Sims,” he said, “you are a ‘gem of purest ray serene’.”
“There—you—go!” said Doctor Sims.