 Why does Si deliberate on how to spend his night?
Time to decide that a one room mini-auto-apartment, complete with an autochair and built-in autobar, and with one wall a teevee screen, was all he needed to find contentment for a mighty long time. Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and made a halting little talk of his own, he was grinning inwardly. Girard-Perregaux grunted his sarcasm and dialed a glass of iced tea and tequila. He was drafted into the working force reserves, served his time, and is now free from toil for the balance of his life. Girard-Perregaux was wagging his finger again, a gesture that, seemingly mild though it was, had an astonishing ability to break off the conversation of one who debated with the easy-seeming, quiet spoken man. Man has always paid lip service to adventure, hardships and excitement, but in actuality his instincts, like those of any other animal, lead him to the least dangerous path. "You must realize, my dear Lofting, that our Si Pond is nothing more than a latter-day sailor, with many of the problems and view-points, tendencies and weaknesses of the voyager of the past. Then in port, it would be one short drink with the boys, before taking his accumulated pay and heading home. And morning would find him, drunk, rolled, tattooed and possibly sleeping it off in jail.
 He’s spent his money on “cheap” entertainment in the past, and wants to do better now.
 He finally has the opportunity to let loose, and wants to revel in it.  He’s spent his money on “cheap” entertainment in the past, and wants to do better now.  He’s not used to this freedom and is unsure what to do.  He’s not used to living this way and is uncomfortable.