DR. YORITOMO WIPED with the towel as he continued. “Ah, yes. He is quite capable in that respect, my friend. It is his great memory—at once his finest asset and his greatest curse.”
He draped the towel around Stanton’s head again and stepped back, his face unsmiling. “Imagine having a near-perfect memory.”
Stanton’s jaw muscles tightened. “I think I’d like it.”
Yoritomo shrugged slightly. “Perhaps you would. But it would not be the asset you think. Look at it soberly, my friend.
“The most difficult teaching job in the universe is the attempt to teach an organism something it already knows. True? Yes. If a man already knows the shape of the Earth, it will do you no good to attempt to teach him. If he knows that the Earth is flat, your contention that it is round will make no impression
