There was quite a long silence. All of us, Anderton included, watched Braun intently, but his impassive face failed to show any trace of how his thoughts were running. When he did speak at last, what he said must have seemed insanely irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe to Cheyney too. And perhaps it meant nothing more to Joan than the final clinical note in a case history. "It's funny," he said, "I was thinking of running for Congress next year from my district. But maybe this is more important." It was, I believe, the sigh of a man at peace with himself. FIN Transcriber's Note This etext was produced from _Astounding Science Fiction_ August 1955. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.