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"
Of
course
not
.
"
Of
course
not
!
Finge
would
have
taken
care
of
that
little
matter
by
having
her
lightly
psychoed
under
narcosis
,
if
he
felt
that
necessary
.
He
might
not
have
thought
it
necessary
,
however
.
After
all
,
he
had
given
her
"
close
observation
.
"
The
thought
annoyed
him
.
He
said
,
"
I
’
d
prefer
to
be
left
to
myself
as
much
as
possible
.
"
She
looked
at
him
uncertainly
a
moment
or
two
and
left
.
Harlan
went
through
the
morning
ritual
of
washing
and
dressing
glumly
.
He
had
no
great
hopes
of
an
exciting
evening
.
He
would
have
to
say
as
little
as
possible
,
do
as
little
as
possible
,
be
a
part
of
the
wall
as
much
as
possible
.
His
true
function
was
that
of
a
pair
of
ears
and
a
pair
of
eyes
.
Connecting
those
senses
with
the
final
report
was
his
mind
,
which
,
ideally
,
had
no
other
function
.
Ordinarily
it
did
not
disturb
him
that
,
as
an
Observer
,
he
did
not
know
what
he
was
looking
for
.
An
Observer
,
he
had
been
taught
as
a
Cub
,
must
not
have
preconceived
notions
as
to
what
data
is
desired
or
what
conclusions
are
expected
.
The
knowledge
,
it
was
said
,
would
automatically
distort
his
view
,
however
conscientious
he
tried
to
be
.
But
under
the
circumstances
ignorance
was
irritating
.
Harlan
suspected
strongly
that
there
was
nothing
to
look
for
,
that
he
was
playing
Finge
’
s
game
in
some
way
.
Between
that
and
Noys
.
He
stared
savagely
at
the
image
of
himself
cast
in
three
-
dimensional
accuracy
two
feet
in
front
of
him
by
the
Reflector
.
The
clinging
garments
of
the
482nd
,
seamless
and
bright
in
coloring
,
made
him
,
he
thought
,
look
ridiculous
.
Noys
Lambent
came
running
to
him
just
after
he
had
finished
a
solitary
breakfast
brought
to
him
by
a
Mekkano
.
