The idea of that makes him laugh, startled. There are so many things there he's never once considered -- the idea of bathing as a pleasure, of clothes as more than necessity, of what it would mean to look his best -- and he feels guilty to imagine any of it. And then again he thinks, who would care? Does God look at anything he does now? (God sees the falling of a sparrow, but Galahad is less than a sparrow, which has been tasked with nothing and is good in and of itself for existing and cannot disappoint God.)

He's quiet for a very long time before he says, "All right."