When Gomez spoke again he was calm, meditative. "Now I begin to see. It isn’t something that words can capture, is it? It can only be grasped all at once. Someday I’ll have it entirely. Someday when these dogs are long gone. Someday when even Melanie Omaha is only a memory to me." He was sad but exalted. "I heard them talking as you made your—uh, gesture. These so-called sophisticates, these proud Cicadas. They may have the jargon, but the wisdom is yours." Gomez was radiant. "Thank you, sir."