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"
Take
it
easy
,
"
said
Mr
.
Thompson
.
"
Why
is
he
so
sure
he
’
s
right
?
Who
is
he
to
go
against
the
whole
world
,
against
everything
ever
said
for
centuries
and
centuries
?
Who
is
he
to
know
?
Nobody
can
be
sure
!
Nobody
can
know
what
’
s
right
!
There
isn
’
t
any
right
!
"
"
Shut
up
!
"
yelled
Mr
.
Thompson
.
"
What
are
you
trying
to
—
"
The
blast
that
stopped
him
was
a
military
march
leaping
suddenly
forth
from
the
radio
receiver
—
the
military
march
interrupted
three
hours
ago
,
played
by
the
familiar
screeches
of
a
studio
record
.
It
took
them
a
few
stunned
seconds
to
grasp
it
,
while
the
cheerful
,
thumping
chords
went
goose
-
stepping
through
the
silence
,
sounding
grotesquely
irrelevant
,
like
the
mirth
of
a
half
-
wit
.
The
station
’
s
program
director
was
blindly
obeying
the
absolute
that
no
radio
time
was
ever
to
be
left
blank
.
"
Tell
them
to
cut
it
off
!
"
screamed
Wesley
Mouch
,
leaping
to
his
feet
.
"
It
will
make
the
public
think
that
we
authorized
that
speech
!
"
"
You
damn
fool
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Thompson
.
"
Would
you
rather
have
the
public
think
that
we
didn
’
t
?
"
Mouch
stopped
short
and
his
eyes
shot
to
Mr
.
Thompson
with
the
appreciative
glance
of
an
amateur
at
a
master
.
"
Broadcasts
as
usual
!
"
ordered
Mr
.
Thompson
.
"
Tell
them
to
go
on
with
whatever
programs
they
’
d
scheduled
for
this
hour
!
No
special
announcements
,
no
explanations
!
Tell
them
to
go
on
as
if
nothing
had
happened
!
"
Half
a
dozen
of
Chick
Morrison
’
s
morale
conditioners
went
scurrying
off
toward
telephones
.
