Hackworth pointlessly wondered whether he was the only one of this ship's 
some two thousand passengers who believed that prostitution (or anything ) was immoral. He did not consider this question in a 
self-righteous way, more out of rueful curiosity; some of the sky-girls were 
quite fetching. But as he dragged his body into his microberth, he suffered 
another attack of the shivers, reminding him that even if his soul had been 
willing, his flesh was simply too weak.