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He
understood
,
intellectually
,
the
mechanical
and
biological
processes
being
offered
to
him
in
these
letters
but
he
wondered
why
these
strangers
wanted
his
help
in
quickening
their
eggs
?
Mike
understood
(
without
grokking
it
)
that
these
people
made
ritual
of
this
simple
necessity
,
a
"
growing
closer
"
possibly
almost
as
important
and
precious
as
the
water
ceremony
.
He
was
eager
to
grok
it
.
But
he
was
not
in
a
hurry
,
"
hurry
"
being
one
human
concept
he
had
failed
to
grok
at
all
.
He
was
sensitively
aware
of
the
key
importance
of
correct
timing
in
all
acts
–
but
with
the
Martian
approach
:
correct
timing
was
accomplished
by
waiting
.
He
had
noticed
,
of
course
,
that
his
human
brothers
lacked
his
own
fine
discrimination
of
time
and
often
were
forced
to
wait
a
little
faster
than
a
Martian
would
–
but
he
did
not
hold
their
innocent
awkwardness
against
them
;
he
simply
learned
to
wait
faster
himself
to
cover
their
lack
.
In
fact
,
he
sometimes
waited
faster
so
efficiently
that
a
human
would
have
concluded
that
he
was
hurrying
at
breakneck
speed
.
But
the
human
would
have
been
mistaken
–
Mike
was
simply
adjusting
his
own
waiting
in
warm
consideration
for
the
needs
of
others
.
So
he
accepted
Jill
’
s
edict
that
he
was
not
to
reply
to
any
of
these
brotherly
offers
from
female
humans
,
but
he
accepted
it
not
as
a
final
veto
but
as
a
waiting
–
possibly
a
century
hence
would
be
better
;
in
any
case
now
was
not
the
correct
time
since
his
water
brother
Jill
spoke
rightly
.
Mike
readily
assented
when
Jill
suggested
,
quite
firmly
,
that
he
give
this
picture
to
Duke
.
He
went
at
once
to
do
so
and
would
have
done
so
anyhow
;
Mike
knew
about
Duke
’
s
collection
,
he
had
seen
it
,
looked
through
it
with
deep
interest
,
trying
to
grok
why
Duke
said
,
"
That
one
ain
’
t
much
in
the
face
,
but
look
at
those
legs
–
brother
!
"
It
always
made
Mike
feel
good
to
be
called
"
brother
"
by
one
of
his
water
brothers
but
legs
were
just
legs
,
save
that
his
own
people
had
three
each
while
humans
each
had
only
two
–
without
being
crippled
thereby
,
he
reminded
himself
,
two
legs
were
proper
for
humans
,
he
must
always
grok
that
this
was
correct
.
As
for
faces
,
Jubal
had
the
most
beautiful
face
Mike
had
ever
seen
,
clearly
and
distinctly
his
own
.
It
seemed
to
Mike
that
these
human
females
in
Duke
’
s
picture
collection
could
hardly
be
said
to
have
grown
faces
as
yet
,
so
much
did
one
look
like
the
other
in
the
face
.
All
young
human
females
had
much
the
same
face
–
how
could
it
be
otherwise
?
Of
course
he
had
never
had
any
trouble
recognizing
Jill
’
s
face
;
she
was
not
only
the
first
woman
he
had
ever
seen
but
,
most
important
,
his
first
female
water
brother
–
Mike
knew
every
pore
on
her
nose
,
every
incipient
wrinkle
in
her
face
and
had
praised
each
one
in
happy
meditation
.
But
,
while
he
now
knew
Anne
from
Dorcas
and
Dorcas
from
Miriam
by
their
faces
alone
,
it
had
not
been
so
when
first
he
came
here
.
For
several
days
Mike
had
distinguished
between
them
by
size
and
coloration
–
and
,
of
course
,
by
voice
,
since
no
two
voices
were
ever
alike
.
But
,
as
sometimes
did
happen
,
all
three
females
would
be
quiet
at
once
and
then
it
was
well
that
Anne
was
so
much
bigger
,
Dorcas
so
small
,
and
that
Miriam
,
who
was
bigger
than
Dorcas
but
smaller
than
Anne
,
nevertheless
need
not
be
mistaken
for
the
missing
one
if
either
Anne
or
Dorcas
was
absent
because
Miriam
had
unmistakable
hair
called
"
red
,
"
even
though
it
was
not
the
color
called
"
red
"
when
speaking
of
anything
but
hair
.
This
special
meaning
for
"
red
"
did
not
trouble
Mike
;
he
knew
before
he
reached
Earth
that
every
English
word
held
more
than
one
meaning
.
It
was
a
fact
one
could
get
used
to
,
without
grokking
,
just
as
the
sameness
of
all
girl
faces
could
be
gotten
used
to
?
and
,
after
waiting
,
they
were
no
longer
quite
the
same
.
Mike
now
could
call
up
Anne
’
s
face
in
his
mind
and
count
the
pores
in
her
nose
as
readily
as
with
Jill
’
s
.
In
essence
,
even
an
egg
was
uniquely
itself
,
different
from
all
other
eggs
any
where
and
when
–
Mike
had
always
known
that
.
So
each
girl
had
her
own
face
,
no
matter
how
small
those
differences
might
be
.
Mike
gave
the
"
disgusting
"
picture
to
Duke
and
was
warmed
by
Duke
’
s
pleasure
.
Mike
did
not
feel
that
he
was
depriving
himself
in
parting
with
the
picture
;
he
had
seen
it
once
,
he
could
see
it
in
his
mind
whenever
he
wished
–
even
the
face
in
that
picture
,
as
it
had
glowed
with
a
most
unusual
expression
of
beautiful
pain
.
