"Nor do I," Harshaw agreed cheerfully, "but I'm beginning to grasp it - and I must say that it is a consoling one to a man of my age.  A capacity for enjoying the inevitable - why, I've been cultivating that all my life... but this infant from Mars, barely old enough to vote and too unsophisticated to stand clear of the horse cars, has me convinced that I've just reached the kindergarten class in this all-important subject.  Jill, you asked if Mike was welcome to stay on.  Child, he's the most welcome guest I've ever had.  I want to keep that boy around until I've found out what it is that he knows and I don't!  This 'discorporation' thing in particular it's not the Freudian 'death-wish' cliché, I'm sure of that.  It has nothing to do with life being unbearable.  None of that 'Even the weariest river' stuff - it's more like Stevenson's 'Glad did I live and gladly die and I lay me down with a will!' Only I've always suspected that Stevenson was either whistling in the dark, or, more likely, enjoying the compensating euphoria of consumption.  But Mike has me halfway convinced that he really knows what he is talking about."