Jerry wasn’t any better at discussing it than she was. Jerry Mulcahey wasn’t like other men. Not that that was entirely to Jerry’s credit; Jerry wasn’t much like any kind of human being. Jane was a bright person, and Jane knew what it was like to be brighter than other people; bright enough to be disliked for it, sometimes. But she knew she wasn’t bright like Jerry was. In particular areas of his comprehension, Jerry was so bright as to be quite alien. There were large expanses of his mental activity that were as blank and hot and shiny as someone on drugs.