"But Nature does not, and Society must not, think of that.

As he brewed, so let him drink, and the measure that he meted, let it be meted to him again.

There is on earth no place for him." He fell silent again, his eyes upon the dancing leaves.
"You will make your mark," said Cary slowly.

"This is more than able work.

You have before you a great future." Rand looked at him half eagerly, half wistfully.