Not a word about Flagg or Lord Deptford.

No speeches! No news! It's not a news story at all.

It's an editorial, and an essay, and a spring poem.

I don't know what it is.

And, what's worse," wailed the copy editor defiantly and to the amazement of all, "it's so darned good that you can't touch it.
You've got to let it go or kill it." The eyes of the managing editor, masked by his green paper shade, were racing over Sam's written words.