"I cannot explain an anthropomorphism."
"Death an anthropomorphism!" Morran said, and Lingman turned quickly. "Now we're getting somewhere!"
"Are anthropomorphisms unreal?" he asked.
"Anthropomorphisms may be classified, tentatively, as, A, false truths, or B, partial truths in terms of a partial situation."
"Which is applicable here?"
"Both."
That was the closest they got. Morran was unable to draw any more from Answerer. For hours the two men tried, but truth was slipping farther and farther away.
"It's maddening," Morran said, after a while. "This thing has the answer to the whole universe, and he can't tell us unless we ask the right question. But how are we supposed to know the right question?"
Lingman sat down on the ground, leaning against a stone wall. He closed his eyes.
"Savages, that's what we are," Morran said, pacing up and down in front of Answerer. "Imagine a bushman walking up to a physicist and asking him why he can't shoot his arrow into the sun. The scientist can explain it only in his own terms. What would happen?"