misc #22.

I knew Dalby by now, and I could recognize his moods in his voice. He wasn't kidding and he hadn't enjoyed us fooling with him. To make Dalby happy you had to listen to and commiserate with him, just every little thing that marred his day, and then make with the feet to rectify things...A couple of "yessirs" when you know that "not on your life" is the thing to say. A few expressions of doubt about things you've spent your life perfecting. Forgetting to make use of the information that negates his hastily formed, but deliciously convenient theories. It doesn't take much, but it takes about 98.5% more than I've ever considered giving.