 All of the following terms describe how Infield would characterize Price EXCEPT for:
Henry Infield placed the insulated circlet on his head gently. The gleaming rod extended above his head about a foot, the wires from it leading down into his collar, along his spine and finally out his pants leg to a short metallic strap that dragged on the floor. Infield turned his soft blue eyes to the black and tan oxfords with the very thick rubber soles. The people we treat are on one side of the line and we're on the other. The gyro actually passed over a man's shoulder, through his legs, under his arms. Or suppose he's walking down a railroad track and hears a train whistle—if he can hear anything over that verbal pablum gushing in his ear." With that image over everything he sees and with that insidious voice drumming in his head night and day, do you mean to say that man's senses will only be impaired 23 per cent? Infield stepped into the main stream of human traffic and tried to adjust to the second change in the air. A young man with black glasses and a radar headset (a photophobe) was unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. A clean-cut young man with mouse-colored hair was moving toward the stubble-chinned, heavy-shouldered man quivering in the center of a web of impervium cables stuck secure to the walls and windows of buildings facing the street, the sidewalk, a mailbox, the lamp post and Infield. Mouse-hair yelled hoarsely, "Uncouple it, Davies! The magnetic suction dart dropped away from Infield like a thing that had been alive and now was killed. Mouse-hair drove a fast, hard right into the soft blue flesh of Davies' chin. "Not—not long," Infield evaded. Infield's pulse raced, trying to get ahead of his thoughts, and losing out. Infield shifted around, trying to see that side of his benefactor, but couldn't manage it in good grace. It can't be removed without causing my death and it's indestructible. Price probably would never get crazed enough for liquor to kill himself, Infield knew. Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed two streets from his building and were standing in front of what appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. Infield wondered why cheap bars and restaurants always used red-checked cloths. A fat man who smelled of the grease and alcohol of the tablecloths shuffled up to them with a towel on his arm, staring ahead of him at some point in time rather than space.
 reckless
 reckless  self-absorbed  fanatic  hazardous