Nobody's that naive," she muttered. "Nobody's that guileless. " "He's from Nebraska. " Peabody scanned her pocket unit. "From where?" "Nebraska. " Peabody waived a hand, vaguely west. . . . "They still grow them pretty guileless in Nebraska. I think it's all that soy and corn.
Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad.