SLADE: And by the way, Doctor, before I forget again to mention it: after you left—I think it was in 2060—they perfected a new drug which actually makes the accelerations quite bearable. I don't know too much about it. Muscular relaxation is a factor, and Nora can tell you more about it. But I understand that even for persons past the—optimum age—
WRIGHT: A moment, please.... I cannot go back to Earth, Captain Slade. You mean it with the greatest kindness but it is impossible.
SLADE: Why, forgive me, I supposed—I took it for granted—
WRIGHT: My place is here. This is my work. These are my people.
TEJRON: I knew—I knew—
WRIGHT: What, my dear? I don't understand.
TEJRON: Oh, I should keep silent: this is for you to decide. But you've said it. You won't leave us.
WRIGHT: No. No, I won't ever leave you. This is my home.
SLADE: But—
SPEARMAN: Can't argue with the passion of an expatriate. The grass is always greener—