"Then how's about reading to me?"
"What would you like?" It was the least I could do for the poor fellow.
So I read some of Donn Byrne's things, stuff that looks like prose
but is really poetry. Then he wanted Shakespeare's sonnets, but when
I started reading he recited them from memory, his voice half a word
ahead of mine.
He slept a while and later I fed him again. He seemed resigned now to
staying in the cushions.
"How's about letting me try the Hustic again?" he asked. "The Professor
wanted a planet-to-planet test, and the helmet cable will reach over
here."