I turned up the table lamp again so that I could see his face.
"Just as a matter of personal interest," I said, "do you suggest that I always show the world what I'm thinking about?"
"You?"
"As a rule. Not more than other people."
"Can you tell what everybody's thinking of?"
"I can with a good many men."
"Not women?"
He shook his head.
"They often don't know themselves. They think in fits and starts—jerkily; it's hard to follow them."