 Who seems to be the least intelligent person?
He had no stomach for mysteries, vast or trifling, and there were pressing things to think about at this time. Across to the right was a group that Baron knew vaguely—Andean climbers, or at least two of them were. I first met him on Venus; we spent five years together up there doing some of the nastiest exploring since the Matto Grasso. I’d always liked the Major—he was big and quiet and cool, the sort of guy who always had things figured a little further ahead than anyone else and always knew what to do in a tight place. Too many men in this game are all nerve and luck, with no judgment. “I want to make a Crossing at perihelion and I want to cross on the surface.
 McIvers
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