We're hardly a homogenous mass, your progenitors. [You terrans, indeed. Prior's learning the lingo by now.] And neither are you, I suspect. But in my circle? ...A positive realist, a pessimistic idealist - they're the most hopeless of people, all that dreaming, never getting anything done and. Hm.

[He stops, turning his hand over, glancing at his poor chipped nails.]

I'm not certain what I am, anymore.