"It wasn't what I said?"
"What did you say? I've forgotten."
"The eyes are the windows of the soul. But I was only quoting, Fred. Some crackpot said that long ago."
"Why probe me about blind people? I never knew any."
"Ninety percent of a human being's mental activity is underground, like most of an iceberg is under water. How much of your past can you remember, Fred?"
"Very little. The past is dead. Why should I remember it?"
"Because a good intelligence depends on the past. Memory is a part of it. Without a past, you don't have a brain. And we've got to release our brains, Fred, for awhile. Until we can catch saboteurs and Eggheads."
"I guess I've just been a patriot too long," I said.
"Remember attending Drake University ten years ago, Fred?"
"Sure," I said, fast, as though it was unimportant. I was really beginning to sweat. "I can remember if you keep prodding me. Sure, I can. So what? I purged myself. I forgot it. Schools weren't illegal then."