Remember that.
Remember, also, that your law is the stuff of a day, and that you are not versatile in the stuff of more than a day.

Therefore your dogmatic assertions and rash generalizations on things historical and sociological are not worth the breath you waste on them." Ernest paused for a moment and regarded him thoughtfully, noting his face dark and twisted with anger, his panting chest, his writhing body, and his slim white hands nervously clenching and unclenching.
"But it seems you have breath to use, and I'll give you a chance to use it.

I indicted your class.

Show me that my indictment is wrong.

I pointed out to you the wretchedness of modern man--three million child slaves in the United States, without whose labor profits would not be possible, and fifteen million under-fed, ill-clothed, and worse-housed people.