"Later. He's to make a speech tomorrow afternoon. It will be world-televised."
"He looks very old and very tired," Jay ventured. He'd seen Caesar on transcriptions of old speeches and on old newsreels.
"He's about ... forty, I think. Somewhat weak. Very lenient."
"I would've guessed him to be a good deal older." Then "Why weak? Because he's lenient?"
Ilaria smiled. "Remember, Jay, 'Pax per Bello.' Too much leniency leads one's subjects to be bold. Over-bold."
"One man's opinion?"
The Tribune shrugged. "No. Caesar doesn't get along with his advisors too well. They criticize him for being too ready to forgive and forget."
The more Jay saw of this perfect world, the more he realized how cruel and hard people must be to maintain a paradise. If everyone is to be happy, someone must be unhappy.
The trouble is, people don't like to be told "This is for your own good."
Jay said so.