Horribly clear.
“You are now on your way,” Sir Lewis said, “to being a real psionicist.”
“Fine,” Malone said dully. “But why me? Why not, oh, Wolfe Wolf? I’d think he’d have a better chance than I would.”
“My secretary,” Burris said, “has talents enough of his own. But you, you’re something brand-new. It’s wonderful, Malone. It’s exciting.”
“It’s a new taste thrill,” Malone murmured. “Try Bon-Ton B-Complex Bolsters. Learn to eat your blanket as well as sleep with it.”
“What?” Burris said.
“Never mind,” Malone said. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“But I—”
“I know you wouldn’t,” Malone said, “because I don’t.”
Sir Lewis cleared his throat “My dear boy,” he said, “you represent a breakthrough. You are an adult.”