The controller said: "Why, that's the foyer to the Seminar Room. They haven't changed it at all in six hundred years."
Groating said: "Stability!" and chuckled.
Yarr said: "The debate is going on inside. I'll shift scene—"
"No—wait," I said. "Let's watch this for a while." I don't know why I wanted to—except that the girl made my pulse run a little faster and I felt like looking at her for a couple of years.
She was half crying. She said: "Then, if for no other reason—for my sake."
"For yours!" The boy looked harassed.
She nodded. "You'll sweep away his life work with a few words and a few sheets of paper."
"My own work, too."
"Oh, but won't you understand? You're young. I'm young. Youth loves to shatter the old idols. It feasts on the broken shards of destruction. It destroys the old ideas to make way for its own. But he's not young like us. He has only his past work to live on. If you shatter that, he'll have nothing left but a futile resentment. I'll be pent up with a broken old man who'll destroy me along with himself. Darling, I'm not saying you're wrong—I'm only asking you to wait a little."