She raised her face to him and he saw that she was smiling. He could not believe this, so he stared at her until he had to believe it.
She said, ‘The Gestalt has a head and hands, organs and a mind. But the most human thing about anyone is a thing he learns and… and earns. It’s a thing he can’t have when he’s very young; if he gets it at all, he gets it after a long search and a deep conviction. After that it’s truly part of him as long as he lives.’
‘I don’t know what you mean. I—you mean I’m… I could be part of the… No, Janie, no.’ He could not escape from that sure smile. ‘What part?’ he demanded.
‘The prissy one who can’t forget the rules. The one with the insight called ethics who can change it to the habit called morals.’
‘The still small voice!’ He snorted. ‘I’ll be damned!’
She touched him. ‘I don’t think so.’
He looked at the closed door to the great glass room. Then he sat down beside her. They waited.
It was quiet in the glass room.
For a long time the only sound was Gerry’s difficult breathing. Suddenly even this stopped, as something happened, something— spoke.
It came again.