It may be his loneliness in Psi Section, in a persuasion he can’t in his heart share, nor quite abandon . . . their faith, even smileless Gloaming’s, that there must be more, beyond the senses, beyond death, beyond the Probabilities that are all Roger has to believe in. . . . Oh Jessie, his face against her bare, sleeping, intricately boned and tendoned back, I’m out of my depth in this. . . .
