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"
It
's
the
same
with
these
books
,
you
know
,
as
with
the
others
.
They
just
do
n't
interest
me
.
There
's
nothing
to
your
textbooks
.
Your
science
is
just
a
mass
of
collected
data
plastered
together
by
make-shift
theory
--
and
all
so
incredibly
simple
,
that
it
's
scarcely
worth
bothering
about
.
"
It
's
your
fiction
that
interests
me
.
Your
studies
of
the
interplay
of
human
motives
and
emotions
"
--
his
mighty
hand
gestured
vaguely
as
he
sought
the
proper
words
.
Dr.
Calvin
whispered
,
"
I
think
I
understand
.
"
"
I
see
into
minds
,
you
see
,
"
the
robot
continued
,
"
and
you
have
no
idea
how
complicated
they
are
.
I
ca
n't
begin
to
understand
everything
because
my
own
mind
has
so
little
in
common
with
them
--
but
I
try
,
and
your
novels
help
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
I
'm
afraid
that
after
going
through
some
of
the
harrowing
emotional
experiences
of
our
present-day
sentimental
novel
"
--
there
was
a
tinge
of
bitterness
in
her
voice
--
"
you
find
real
minds
like
ours
dull
and
colorless
.
"
"
But
I
do
n't
!
"
The
sudden
energy
in
the
response
brought
the
other
to
her
feet
.
She
felt
herself
reddening
,
and
thought
wildly
,
"
He
must
know
!
"
Herbie
subsided
suddenly
,
and
muttered
in
a
low
voice
from
which
the
metallic
timbre
departed
almost
entirely
.
"
But
,
of
course
,
I
know
about
it
,
Dr.
Calvin
.
You
think
of
it
always
,
so
how
can
I
help
but
know
?
"
Her
face
was
hard
.
"
Have
you
--
told
anyone
?
"
"
Of
course
not
!
"
This
,
with
genuine
surprise
.
"
No
one
has
asked
me
.
"
