“We make pretty heavy demands on them for physical efficiency,” Joe admitted. “What the hell, in New Guinea the kids are swimming before they walk, and paddling bamboo logs out in the ocean at Joey’s age. We figured the less they’re in our hair the better we’ll get along with each other.”
“Don’t think we drive them,” Rennie said. “We don’t really give a damn. But I guess we demand a lot tacitly.”
Joe listened to this remark with casual interest.
“Why do you say you don’t give a damn?” he asked her.
Rennie was a little startled at the question, which she had not expected.
“Well — I meanultimately. Ultimately it wouldn’t matter one way or the other, would it? Butimmediately it matters because if they weren’t independent we’d have to go through the same rigmarole most people go through, and the kids would be depending on all kinds of crutches.”
“Nothing matters one way or the other ultimately,” Joe pointed out. “The other importance is all there is to anything.”
“That’s what I meant, Joe.”
“What I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t consider a value less real just because, it isn’t absolute, since less-than-absolutes are all we’ve got. That’s what’s implied when you say you don’treally give a damn.”

