"On the next planet out. No beauty to it at all; no system. How was yours?"
"Beautiful," said the first. "It went according to the strictest semantic relationship following the purest mathematical principles. They made it easy for me."
"Good."
"Well, where to now?"
"There's another system about four thoughts away. We're due there soon."
"All right. Let's go."
"What's that you have there?"
"Oh, this?" replied the first. "It's a higher neural order compendium the Things here made up. It's what I used."
"You can't take it with you, you know. They don't allow souvenirs."
"I know."