 How does the narrator feel about his special ability?
A crossword-puzzle worker, a togetherness-type-magazine reader. An apple senses about the same as a potato, except for the core and the stem. Still, I wonder how many other people are as close-mouthed about their special gift as I am about mine. This being earlier than I usually get up, it seems all I did during the night was feel my way past the escapement and balance wheel to see where the notch for the alarm was. So I'm stuck with a talent I've found little real use for. No, none of them would know it was there. I'd be a man not to be trusted, a prying man, a man literally with gimlet eyes.
 He doesn't find it that useful most of the time but he does consistently use it in specific situations
 He doesn't find it that useful most of the time but he does consistently use it in specific situations  He finds it to be his greatest source of amusement, and enjoys keeping secrets of what others carry  He is glad he has this ability instead of a different more dangerous one  He is disappointed he cannot tell anyone about it because he wants to show it off