SECRET, it said in big red letters across the top and bottom. Special Instructions for Operation Space Case, said the smaller letters across the middle of the top sheet. "Now I ask you, Dwindle," Jones said to his clerkish aide, "where, in this worldful of specialists, am I going to find someone with a well-rounded education? Much less one who'll take a chance on a flier like this?" "Gosh, Mr. Jones, I just wouldn't know," Dwindle blinked. "Have you tried looking through your files?" "Have I tried looking through my files," Jones sighed, looking at the ceiling light. "Dwindle, my files include every gainfully employed person in the United States of America and its possessions. Millions of them. One doesn't just browse through the files looking for things." "Oh," Dwindle said. "I'm kinda new at this specialty," he explained. "Yes, Dwindle. However," Jones continued, "one does make IBM runouts to find things." "Hey, that's great!" Dwindle said, brightening. "Why don't you try making an IBM runout?" "I did, Dwindle. Please let me finish? Our instructions call for finding a person with a well-rounded education. More specifically, a person who is capable of intelligently discussing and explaining some two dozen major 'fields of knowledge.' Plus, of course, at least a passing acquaintance with some one or two hundred minor fields of knowledge. "So I set Mathematics into the IBM sorter. Mathematics is one of the major fields of knowledge, you see." "Yeh," Dwindle acknowledged. "So I took the few million mathematicians' cards which I got--good mathematicians and bad mathematicians, but at least people who can get their decimals in the right place. I set the IBM sorter for Biology, and ran the mathematicians' cards through. So I got several thousand mathematician-biologists." "That's pretty sharp!" Dwindle exclaimed with a twinkle. "Whoever thought of that!" "Please, Dwindle," Jones moaned, pressing his palms to his eyes. "Next I sorted according to Geology. Three hundred cards came through. Three hundred people in America who know their math, biology and geology!" "That doesn't sound like so many to me," Dwindle said hesitantly, as if wondering what there was to get so excited about. "And of those three hundred, do you know how many understand, even vaguely, Electronics? Twelve. And of those twelve, guess how many have an adequate background in History and Anthropology? Much less an understanding of eighteen other fields?" "Not very many, I'll bet," Dwindle replied smartly. "None! Not even one! I tried running the cards through in every order imaginable. We've bred a race of specialists and there's not a truly educated man among us!" "Say, you know what I bet? Even if you did find a guy who's like what all you said ..." "Go ahead, Dwindle."