"It can't fail. The very fact that after fifty years of trying they're
finally willing to receive an Earthman and will consider trade--"
The President made, a large, gathering gesture: _Everything's in the
force-field_. "For fifty years," he said with the reassurance the
Ambassador so greatly needed, "we've been dropping them capsules of
Earth goods and the means to learn our language. Drop, drop, drop, and
we've worn away the stone. Can't fail, Phil."
"I know," the Ambassador said. He thought: It isn't that. It was the
triple-distilled inferiority complex which gripped him and shook him.
The dread of the terrible brains below Venus' mist.
One by one around the table they gave him brief, friendly God-speed.
The distinguished guests were properly more formal with, "The Assembled
Physicists have asked me to convey to you all our best wishes,
Ambassador," and more on that style. He thanked them gravely.
* * * * *
One guest, however, distinctly annoyed him. It was Rupert Hoag, the
last of the pioneers, that walking fossil from the first days of
space travel. "Wide-open, Ambassador," he creaked with an antiquarian
reference to atom-jets and a wave of his one hand that was not formal
at all. Otherwise crippled from long-ago radiations was Hoag, but at
a hundred and forty his one eye was bright. Probably he had not been
invited to the gathering but just had barged in, being one of the
half-dozen holders of High Privilege, that peculiar, all-inclusive
reward for distinguished service. The trouble with Hoag was that he
never would confine himself, like a decent old-timer, to remarking on
the progress his years had seen.
This official farewell had a purpose. The men on Earth, secure and
sane, were trying to give one last tenuous thread of security to the
very sane, very well-adjusted (on Earth) Ambassador who in space was
ready for a mental crack-up. No psychiatry or long-distance hypnosis
had yet prevailed against the rampant inferiority, the primitive and
infantile desire to crawl and hide which came often to Earthmen in the
presence of alien, superior races. A foreigner who came to Earth they
could respect and that was all; a foreigner met after a trip through
space they met with their every fear and complex laid naked perhaps by
artificial gravity, by unknown rays--by something.
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