Smith stood quietly at the edge of the thick green lawn and looked at the room.  It again was a place so new to him as not to be grokked at once, but he felt immediately pleased with it.  It was less exciting than the moving place they had just been in, but in many ways more suited for enfolding together the self.  He looked with interest at the view window at one end but did not recognize it as a window, mistaking it for a living picture like those he had been used to at home - the suite he had been in at Bethesda contained no windows, it being in one of the newer wings, and thus far he had never acquired the idea of "window."