Again, Tallente, that is why you and I at this moment walk together through your beautiful grounds and watch the rim of that yellow moon.

It is yourself we want." Tallente felt the thrill of the moment, felt the sincerity of the man whose hand pressed gently upon his arm.
"If you are our man, Tallente," his visitor continued, "if you see eye to eye with us as to the great Things, if you can cast away what remains to you of class and hereditary prejudice and throw in your lot with ours, there is no office of the State which you may not hope to occupy.
I had not meant to appeal to your ambitions.

I do so now only generally.

As a rule, every man connected with a revolution thinks himself able to govern the State.

That is not so with us.