"I told you," she said. "I get feelings."
"I don't. Just surprises."
"You try to think," she said. "Figure. Then you go by the results of that. It's no good. You just—relax—and see what your sensations are."
"We were never allowed to relax about it. From the cradle to the crematory—we have to be either tensely on guard or else proficiently on the job."
"It's a wonder people like you ever have babies."
"We don't have many."
Gwen smiled. "On guard?"
"And proficient."
"Nature's way," she said, "of reducing the number of real dopes! Tell me something."