What was good and bad?
There it was.

That was where his mother whispered with dead lips to him.

Nor alone his mother, but divers conventional generations, even back to the sturdy ancestor who first uplifted from the soil and looked down.

For Vance Corliss was many times removed from the red earth, and, though he did not know it, there was a clamor within him for a return lest he perish.
Not that he pigeon-holed Frona according to his inherited definitions.
He refused to classify her at all.

He did not dare.