"All right, Boyee," returned his father sorrowfully. "You're wrong, dead wrong. But I like your nerve. Only, let me tell you this. You think you're going to keep on printing the news and the whole news and all that sort of thing. I tell you, it can't be done."
"Why can't it be done?"
"Because, sooner or later, you'll bump up against your own interests so hard that you'll have to quit."
"I don't see that at all, sir."
"No, you don't. But one of these days something in the news line will come up that'll hit you right between the eyes, if ever it gets into print. Then see what you'll do."
"I'll print it."
"No, you won't, Boyee. Human nature ain't built that way. You'll smother it, and be glad you've got the power to."
"Dad, you believe I'm honest, don't you?"
"Too blamed honest in some ways."
"But you'd take my word?"