"Why don't you say I'm from another planet?"
"No one would believe it. In fact, I'm not sure I believe it myself."
"If Earthlings won't believe the truth, why not let me stay here? No one would believe I did."
"You don't understand," Homer groaned. "There's such a thing as custom. Moral law. Ethics. Social behavior. There are ways a person can act because to act otherwise is not the thing to do. Certain things cannot be done and people are quick to suspect that they are being done sometimes when they're not being done. Am I clear?"
"No," said Qalith. "But the earth file in our museum is going to be a large one."
Suddenly the phone rang. Homer jumped and knocked his empty glass to the floor. Quickly he rose and lifted the phone.
"This is Fader, Hopkins," came a voice over the wire. "About my letter—"
"Oh yes, C. J. It came today."
"This is a big thing, my boy."
"I know it is, C. J."