I should have spoken to him days ago. It is too late. Fear undoes his mission and my hope, once more. Not fear of the alien, the unearthly, not here. These Orgota have not the wits nor size of spirit to fear what is truly and immensely strange. They cannot even see it. They look at the man from another world and see what? A spy from Karhide, a pervert, an agent, a sorry little political Unit like themselves. If he does not send for the ship at once it will be too late; it may be already too late. It is my fault. I have done nothing right.
I like Estraven. He sees the big picture. But I still don’t understand why Genly doesn’t trust him.
