"In that case, all right."
"You should have another brandy to go with it." He handed him one as he spoke.
The young man took it, gulped it down automatically and turned on the machine. Westing pulled on his cigar and settled back in his chair. He made sure there was another drink by the boy's arm.
"Do you know anything about drinking?"
"Why no, I don't."
"Three's the custom. Three drinks and you're friends. You belong."
"Then I guess I better."
The room turned dark. Stars covered the walls. The young man took another swallow.
"To what do you belong?" a deep voice said. "Of what are you a part? In all this vast Universe, you alone are nothing. You alone have no meaning. But you as part of something bigger...."
A sunrise crept along the walls. The coloring was very good and Mr. Westing enjoyed it immensely.