"Write what? Books?"
"Anything," said Randy, explosively, "that would make the world sit up."
"Ever tried it?"
"Yes. At school. I talked to a teacher of mine once about it. He said I had better invent a—pill——"
The Major stared, "A pill?"
Randy nodded. "He didn't quite mean it, of course. But he saw the modern trend. A poet?
A poor thing! But hats off to the pillmaker with his multi-millions!"
"Stop that," said the Major.
"Stop what?"
"Blaming the world for its sordidness. There is beauty enough if we look for it."