 Why was Thig so confused by the overwhelming senses he felt when he saw Ellen while posing a Lewis?
Oddest of all, he wore no garments, other than the necessary belt and straps to support his rod-like weapon of white metal and his pouches for food and specimens. Here he patiently sat down to wait for an Earthman or an Earthwoman to pass. Already they had charted over a hundred celestial bodies but of them all only three had proven worthy of consideration. Feebly he had punched a key two days ago and a $ sign had appeared. "With a psychic relay we will transfer the Earthman's memories and meager store of knowledge to the brain of Thig! So it was that the bodies of the Earthman and the Orthan were strapped on two parallel tables of chill metal and the twin helmets, linked to one another by the intricacies of the psychic relay, put upon their heads. An hour later, his scars and altered cartilage already healed and painless, Thig again scraped sand over the entrance to the space ship and set out along the moonlit beach toward the nearest path running inland to his home. Memory was laying the country bare about him, Terry's own childhood memories of this particular section of Long Island. Men had no mates on Ortha, sex had been overthrown with all the other primitive impulses of barbarism; so he was incapable of understanding the emotions that swept through his acquired memory. "Uh huh," agreed the pseudo Lewis, memories of the ferocious savages and gunmen of his stories rendering him acutely unhappy.
 Men had no mates on Ortha
 She looked familiar to him  Men had no mates on Ortha  He had never seen a woman in person and was mesmorized by her beauty  He felt overwhelmed by sadness for her due to the unknown death of her husband.