He can gather the significance of the pointing, the I and the you, and it strikes him then that this is a language. When Shen Qingqiu had talked about there being signs and showed him the one for eating, Galahad imagined something like a pidgin, something that would let him communicate in the most rudimentary way -- but this is like the difference between English and French, it's two wholly different systems of speaking, a language where names aren't just a literal string of letters but something imbued with their own meaning. He wants to learn it. He wants to learn all of it.

"Will you teach me more? Are-- are there books to study?"