"And I must agree, with you that is lucky," said Dejavu, "but which little mouse could blame us poor humans for enjoying communication for its own sake?" he laughed. "You're right, the drive is to more, to power, to fulfilment, to excess, but I cannot agree that the sexes are rarely compatible!" Dejavu looked as though he was about to speak about love, becoming self-conscious, slowing his speech and lowering his tone a little to say "It was said that love is rarer than genius itself, but I only know it is rarer than truth, a thing I've lovingly said since first saying it, and without saying, infinitely more beautiful..." he smiled thinking of those words from the fairy tale - 'conversation, more refreshing than light.'