He ought to leave the cigarette smoldering at the ash tray's edge. It would be admirably cold blooded of him to slouch there on the chintz sofa, batting around the metaphorical edges of this enclosure, and be unaffected by having so little to do with even hands. But here, Ralston can't help himself. He fetches the cigarette up and makes to tuck it back at the corner of his mouth.
"No, I'm merely smart enough to be aware of the fact that I'm not the only moving part in this. Isn't that the whole point of you people?"
The man who calls himself Byerly Rutyer. Whoever it is in Moscow who's telling him what to do. The Central Committee. Et cetera.
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He ought to leave the cigarette smoldering at the ash tray's edge. It would be admirably cold blooded of him to slouch there on the chintz sofa, batting around the metaphorical edges of this enclosure, and be unaffected by having so little to do with even hands. But here, Ralston can't help himself. He fetches the cigarette up and makes to tuck it back at the corner of his mouth.
"No, I'm merely smart enough to be aware of the fact that I'm not the only moving part in this. Isn't that the whole point of you people?"
The man who calls himself Byerly Rutyer. Whoever it is in Moscow who's telling him what to do. The Central Committee. Et cetera.