"Well, that's neither here nor there. Reanimation is going to be squashed by Congress anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Simply that the defect in the process has aroused such public horror that Congress is afraid to legislate in our favor."
"And you don't expect to overcome that defect?"
"Not immediately. Another six months, maybe—but by that time it'll be too late."
Carteret steepled his long thin fingers reflectively. "You tell me, then, that your real problem is a failure of public relations. If you could sell your product to the people, Congress would follow along.
"In a word, that's it."
"I thought so."
"You said you had a suggestion to make," Harker reminded the priest.
"I did. It's an idea for capturing the stream of public opinion. I'm anxious to see your project succeed, Jim. It may sound strange, coming from my lips, but that's the truth. I suffered to reach this option."