"But what good is this eternal wandering? This everlasting eye upon the constantly receding horizon? This never ending search for the proper place to stop in order that this theoretical galactic civilization may start? At Ertene's state of progress, one place will be as good as any other," said Guy.
"Precisely, except that some places are definitely less desirable. Recall, Guy, that Ertene needs nothing."
"I dispute that. Ertene needs the contact with the outside worlds."
"No."
"You are in the position of a recluse who loves his seclusion."
"Certainly."
"Then you are in no position to appreciate any other form of social order."
"We care for no other social order."
"I mentioned to Charalas that in my eyes, you are wrong. That I am being asked to prescribe for a patient who will not die for lack of my prescription. I can not even say that the patient will benefit directly. My belief is as good as yours. I believe that Ertene is suffering because of her seclusion and that her peoples will advance more swiftly with commerce between the planets—and once again in interstellar space, Ertene will have no planets with which to conduct trade."
"And Sol, like complex society, will never miss the recluse. Let the hermit live in his cave, he is neither hindering nor helping civilization."