The juggler had seven balls and three oranges in the air. He added two empty bottles. "Nothing comes through. The outside never knows the inside, the inside's locked away from the outside."
"But it's always possible to break through," argued the Governor.
The juggler's arms were knotted muscles of skill. He had many bottles in the air besides the oranges and balls. "No man knows his fellow."
"Knowing and communicating are two different things."
"Yes and no," said the juggler judiciously. "You know a woman; do you...?"
"Yes," insisted the Governor defiantly.
Still more bottles were tossed and caught. "You think so," said the juggler. "What happens when you fail?"
All the bottles were in play now. Deftly the juggler wriggled to the floor and added his wheelchair. "We fail yet nothing falls: the supremacy of perpetual motion. Try the fourth floor."
"There isn't any fourth floor," said Lampley.
"That's right. Try it."