"Yes, I will help you ... if I can ... and you will help me!"
At Willy's suggestion, they decided to talk first to the Digester who had smuggled out the Don Quixote chapter.
"He's been most successful of all of our friends," said Willy. "He might be willing to organize a group of Digesters who could bring out things to be duplicated, and return them, I question, though, that you could duplicate many things here on Earth."
"Then we'll ship them away from Earth! The outermost world of this galaxy—at least to my knowledge—is Alden IV; it's technically well-developed and is a contact with our own galaxy."
Willy called the bald little Digester, and he came over right after lunch. But his reaction to Walther's proposal was not what they had expected.
"This ... this is a terrible mistake!" he stammered. "It's ... it's too big—much too big! Now—by being cautious—we can enjoy our little evenings together. But if we anger the Happy Time, Ltd. people we'll lose everything!"
Willy snapped his fingers impatiently.
"What have we to lose? A chance to be tea-cup rebels! This young man is giving us an opportunity to do something about what we profess to believe!"
The Digester looked pained.
"We are already doing something," he protested. "Did I not bring Chapter IX of Don Quixote...."