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"
Well
,
then
,
"
she
flung
out
,
"
I
suppose
you
think
I
am
a
fool
.
"
"
No
!
It
is
a
normal
emotion
.
"
"
Perhaps
that
is
why
it
is
so
foolish
.
"
The
wistfulness
in
her
voice
drowned
out
everything
else
.
Some
of
the
woman
peered
through
the
layer
of
doctorhood
.
"
I
am
not
what
you
would
call
--
attractive
.
"
"
If
you
are
referring
to
mere
physical
attraction
,
I
could
n't
judge
.
But
I
know
,
in
any
case
,
that
there
are
other
types
of
attraction
.
"
"
Nor
young
.
"
Dr.
Calvin
had
scarcely
heard
the
robot
.
"
You
are
not
yet
forty
.
"
An
anxious
insistence
had
crept
into
Herbie
's
voice
.
"
Thirty-eight
as
you
count
the
years
;
a
shriveled
sixty
as
far
as
my
emotional
outlook
on
life
is
concerned
.
Am
I
a
psychologist
for
nothing
?
"
She
drove
on
with
bitter
breathlessness
,
"
And
he
's
barely
thirty-five
and
looks
and
acts
younger
.
Do
you
suppose
he
ever
sees
me
as
anything
but
...
but
what
I
am
?
"
"
You
are
wrong
!
"
Herbie
's
steel
fist
struck
the
plastictopped
table
with
a
strident
clang
.
"
Listen
to
me
-
"
But
Susan
Calvin
whirled
on
him
now
and
the
hunted
pain
in
her
eyes
became
a
blaze
,
"
Why
should
I
?
What
do
you
know
about
it
all
,
anyway
,
you
...
you
machine
.
I
'm
just
a
specimen
to
you
;
an
interesting
bug
with
a
peculiar
mind
spread-eagled
for
inspection
.
It
's
a
wonderful
example
of
frustration
,
is
n't
it
?
Almost
as
good
as
your
books
.
"
Her
voice
,
emerging
in
dry
sobs
,
choked
into
silence
.
