"Perception is never objective, my dear Darius. An individual perceives. Some men are tone-deaf, others color-blind. We all taste the same foods, liking some and disliking others. I say the newspaper belongs on the top like this. I say our creation of news is no different from the hundred varied opinions of a hundred members of the rabble. Unless it's better. We're a cohesive force, Darius. We simplify. We unite."
"You hamper and destroy."
"We don't rule by force. Have they ever tried to overthrow us? Have they? You see, they don't dislike us. They have faith in us. They can grow roots and feel secure. They don't have a myriad of possibilities confronting them. They have only two on any given subject, except in purely local situations which we don't consider important. Either the Star-Times is right, or the World is."
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"It's very important to me. I believed in you, Darius. I still think you've made a mistake. While it's too late now—you see, we can't really control all events, can we?—I would like to hear you admit your mistake. I can never trust anyone again."
"If I admit it?"
"I'll thank you...."
"And hand me over to Weaver Wainwright?"
"And hand you over to Weaver Wainwright."