He flushed. "I'm not sure I'd want you to talk to my young people."

"You relieve me. And you've been very decent to listen--yourself."

"Oh," he said, fairly jovially, now that he was about to be gone, "I

listen to them all. Crackpots, nuts, psychiatrists, anybody--"

"Listen to yourself, once."

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