Qwilleran put down his fork and wiped his moustache carefully with his napkin. “That’s very interesting,” he said. He coughed once or twice and then leaned toward his host. “Do you want to know something? I have a funny feeling about my moustache. I’ve never told this to anyone, but ever since I grew this set of lip whiskers I’ve had a weird idea that I’m more—more aware! Do you know what I mean?”
