There's a lot I thought would be useless here that's turned out to be indispensable. Don't sell your knowledge and histories too short. If nothing else, they interest me.

[He nods, rising to leave. He's scrawny, so painfully thin; he knows that things generally will fit him, in the sense that they will fasten and not fall off, but it's always been a ball park. Baggy things, loose things that flap with more empty space than flesh and bone. The notion of clothes tailored, to measurements, is sort of a novelty.]

I'll do so at the earliest opportunity, and have more to tell you then.