"Human politeness had no place in that alien society.
Flounders – whose real name was a series of poetic ticks – equated kindness with intimacy. And intimacy was afforded only family members, by blood or by ceremony. The exopsychologists were adamant. If Washen couldn't intimidate the Flounders, they would feel uneasy, much in the same way that a human would feel uneasy if a stranger approached, referred to het by a lover's nickname, then delivered a sloppy wet kiss."ur Marrow av Robert Reed
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