Пробило тут некоторые любимые кусочки из Администрации перечитать, в который уже раз восторглась практичным отношением Тореса к вопросам ориентации:
Toreth tried to imagine it, and failed miserably. Individual people, that was easy—there were plenty of people he'd never want to fuck, although Chevril wasn't one of them. But writing off a whole fifty percent of the planet because of one chromosome? "Strange."