“Oh, yes,” said Calli, “but she can’t be a sweet, plump Irish girl with black hair and agate eyes and freckles that come out after four days of sun. She can’t have the slightest lisp that makes you tingle even when she reels off her calculations quicker and more accurate than a computer voice, yet still lisping, or makes you tingle when she holds your head in her lap and tells you about how much she needs to feel—”
