He lived a very happy life and belonged to nothing.
Then one night in January someone knocked on his door. It was a Saturday and he was just getting dressed to go to the Academy of Music. He opened the door of his apartment and looked into the hall.
There was a young man standing there. He had black rimmed glasses and a crew cut. He wore a slim, well-tailored suit.
"Mr. Westing?"
"Yes?"
"I'm from the Organization. We'd like you to join."
"What organization?"
"The Organization. The Organization for people who don't belong to any organization."
"I'm afraid I'm not interested."
"But you must be. It says here that you don't belong to anything. We're here to give you a chance to belong."