The head said:
SIX SENATORS POOR BETS FOR RE-ELECTION
The senator snorted in disgust. One of the senators, of course, would be himself.
He wadded up the paper and jammed it in his pocket.
Why should he care? Why knock himself out to retain a senate seat he could never fill? He was going to grow young again, get another chance at life. He would move to some far part of the earth and be another man.
Another man. He thought about it and it was refreshing. Dropping all the old dead wood of past association, all the ancient accumulation of responsibilities.
Norton had taken on the job. Norton would deliver.
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Mr. Miller: What I want to know is this: Where do we stop? You give this life continuation to a man and he’ll want his wife and kids to have it. And his wife will want her Aunt Minnie to have it and the kids will want the family dog to have it and the dog will want— Chairman Leonard: You’re facetious, Mr. Miller. Mr. Miller: I don’t know what that big word means, mister. You guys here in Geneva talk fancy with them six-bit words and you get the people all balled up. It’s time the common people got in a word of common sense. From the Records of a hearing before the science subcommittee of the public policy committee of the World House of Representatives.