"What's the purpose of the organization?"
"It gives its members a feeling of belonging to something. Everybody's joining. You don't want to be left out, do you?"
"Not if I can help it. But I'm afraid you'll have to try somebody else."
"I can't. We never give up."
"I see. Good night, young man."
He tried to close the door. Before he was quite certain what was happening, the young man had slipped into the apartment.
"I'm going to a concert," Mr. Westing said. "They're playing Brahms' First. I've never heard it and I've been looking forward to hearing it ever since I heard his Second. I'd appreciate it if you left."
"But don't you want to belong, Mr. Westing?"
"No."
"Not to anything?"