"Fraud," Harvey repeated bitterly.
"That's a harsh word, my friend. What are you referring to?"
"Dammit, those glowing talks you gave us—"
"And isn't everything I told you true? Go out, I beg of you, and point out to me a single instance where I've exaggerated."
"But the oxygen—"
"I made no statement about oxygen," Baker said firmly. "I'm sure everyone here will corroborate that. Did I make any false claims about the atmosphere? Did I, now? No, my friend, if you will think back you will find that I said nothing about the atmosphere."
"But that's what I mean," Harvey said, his voice rising in exasperation.
"My good friend," Baker said gently, "if you were describing a beautiful woman, would you bother to mention that she had a mole on the sole of her foot?"
"But this is something basic."
"What seems basic to one person may seem merely incidental to another. Every man to his own opinion—and I assure you, my friend, you have a perfect right to yours. If you feel you were misled, then I am deeply and humbly sorry. If you don't like it here, if you think you can find something better—"