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           Ferrisslowly,withanoddkindofemphasis,asifknowingthathewasnamingtheunnamedinalltheirminds."There’snosuchthingastheintellect.Aman’sbrainisasocialproduct.Asumofinfluencesthathe’spickedupfromthosearoundhim.Nobodyinventsanything,hemerelyreflectswhat’sfloatinginthesocialatmosphere.Ageniusisanintellectualscavengerandagreedyhoarderoftheideaswhichrightfullybelongtosociety,fromwhichhestolethem.Allthoughtistheft.Ifwedoawaywithprivatefortunes,we’llhaveafairerdistributionofwealth.Ifwedoawaywiththegenius,we’llhaveafakerdistributionofideas."

           "Areweheretotalkbusinessorareweheretokidoneanother?"askedFredKinnan.

           Theyturnedtohim.Hewasamuscularmanwithlargefeatures,buthisfacehadtheastonishingpropertyoffinelydrawnlinesthatraisedthecornersofhismouthintothepermanenthintofawise,sardonicgrin.Hesatonthearmofthechair,handsinpockets,lookingatMouchwiththesmilingglanceofahardenedpolicemanatashoplifter.

           "AllI’vegottosayisthatyou’dbetterstaffthatUnificationBoardwithmymen,"hesaid."Bettermakesureofit,brother—orI’llblastyourPointOnetohell.