referring to mind-links
I had attempted
with members
of other species.
I've heard,
Mr. Spock,
that you turned down
the assignment with the ambassador.
I was unable to accept.
My life is here.
Spock to bridge.
We have arrived
at the ambassador's quarters.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
Notify all hands
to return to stations.
Let's take her out.
Warp factor 2.
Warp factor 2, sir.
I would appreciate
an opportunity
to exchange greetings
with the ambassador.
I'm sure the ambassador
would be charmed.
I almost envy you
your assignment.
I see in your mind
that you are tempted
to take my place.
Not correct, Doctor,
although I am aware
of your mind attempting
to contact mine.
Were you born
a telepath?
Yes.
That is why I had
to study on Vulcan.
I understand.
May I show you
to your quarters?
I think I'll stay
here a bit.
Ambassador Kollos
often finds
the process of transport
somewhat unsettling.
I understand.
Our ship's surgeon often makes
the same complaint.
Do call
when you are ready.
What is it he sees
when he looks at you?
I must know!
I can't understand
why they let you go with Kollos.
They, Captain?
The male population
of the Federation.
Didn't someone try
and talk you out of it?
Now that you ask,
yes.
Well, I'm glad
they didn't succeed.
- Otherwise, I wouldn't 've met you.
- Thank you, Captain.
Why isn't it dangerous
for you to be with Kollos?
Spock I can understand.
Nothing makes an impression on him.
Why, thank you, Captain.
You're very welcome,
Mr. Spock.
But no human can
look at Kollos, even with a visor,
without going mad.
How do you manage?
I spent four years on Vulcan
studying their mental discipline.
You poor girl.
On the contrary,
Doctor,
I would say Dr.Jones
was indeed fortunate.
Vulcan is not
my idea of fun.
Joy can be many things,
Doctor.
On Vulcan,
I learned to do things
impossible to learn
anywhere else.
To read minds?
How not
to read them, Captain.
I don't understand.
Dr.Jones was born
a telepath, Captain.
Oh.
Vulcan was necessary
to my sanity.
What most humans generally
find impossible to understand
is the need
to shut out the bedlam
of other people's
thoughts and emotions.
Or of their
own thoughts...
and emotions.
I was just noticing
your Vulcan IDIC, Mr. Spock.
Is it a reminder
that, as a Vulcan,
you can mind-link
with the Medusans
far better
than I could?
Well, I doubt
that Mr. Spock
would don
the most revered
of all Vulcan
symbols
merely to annoy you,
Dr.Jones.
As a matter of fact,
I wear it this evening
to honour you, Doctor.
Indeed?
Very interesting.
I might even say fascinating,
but back to your
mission.
Doctor, do you feel
any way may be found
to employ Medusan
navigators on star ships?
It would certainly solve many
of our navigational problems.
The key is the mind-link
I learned on Vulcan.
Once we have learned
the technique
of forming a corporate
intelligence with the Medusans,
the designers--that's
where Larry comes in--
can work
on adapting instruments.
I don't care how benevolent
the Medusans are supposed to be.
Isn't it suicidal
to deal with something
ugly enough to drive men mad?
Why do you do it?
I see, Dr. McCoy,
you still subscribe
to the outmoded notion,
promulgated by your ancient Greeks,
that what is good
must also be beautiful.
And the reverse, of course,
that what is beautiful
is automatically
expected to be good.
Most of us are attracted by beauty
and repelled by ugliness--
One of the last
of our prejudices.
At the risk
of sounding prejudiced,
gentlemen,
here's to beauty.
To Miranda Jones...
the loveliest human
ever to grace a star ship.
How can one
so beautiful
condemn herself to look upon
ugliness the rest of her life?
Will we allow it,
gentlemen?
Certainly not.
How can one
so full of joy
and the love of life
as you, Doctor,
condemn yourself to look
upon disease and suffering
for the rest of your life?
Can we allow