He felt almost nauseous and had to take stern measures to keep tears from 
his eyes. He ran out of the room and stormed through the ship for some 
distance, going up several stairways, past several decks. He stepped into 
another room, chosen at random, and found the floor covered with cribs, evenly 
spaced in rows and columns, each one containing a sleeping one-year-old, 
dressed in fuzzy pink jammies with a hood and a set of mouse ears, each one 
clutching an identical white security blanket and nestled up with a stuffed 
animal. Here and there, a young woman in a pink dress sat on the floor on a 
bamboo mat, reading a book or doing needlework.