"Sorry.  Woolgathering." - and stop it, you nasty old man... reading meanings into names that mothers give their children indeed!  Next thing you'll be taking up numerology ... then astrology... then spiritualism - until your senility has progressed so far that all there is left is custodial treatment for a hulk too dim-witted to discorporate in dignity.  Go to locked drawer nine in the clinic, code "Lethe" - and use at least two grains to be sure, although one is more than enough - "There's no need for you to read those clippings, because we know the public news about Mike before you do - and Ben has given us a water promise to let us know any private news we need to know at once - and Mike of course knows this.  But, Jubal, Mike can't be hurt.  If you would only visit the Nest, as we three have done, you would know this."