"Yes, sir," Miss Pao said. She slipped on her phenomenoscopic 
spectacles. Colored light reflected from the surfaces of her eyes as she lost 
herself in some kind of interface. Judge Fang refilled his tea, cupped it in 
the palm of his hand, and went for a stroll round the edge of the terrace. He 
had much more important things to think about than this girl and her book; but 
he suspected that from now on he would be thinking about little else.