"The 'head man' concept has, but first he has to find out that has nothing to do with government. With human beings capable of independent, constructive behavior, actual democracy will be possible for the first time in the world's history." "If all this is to come about anyway, according to Dreyer, why not try to escape the insanity of the transition period?" Illia Morov's eyes grew narrow in puzzlement as she looked at Underwood with utter incomprehension. "Doesn't it matter at all that the race is in one of the greatest crises of all history? Doesn't it matter that you have a skill that is of immense value in these times? It's peculiar that it is those of you in the physical sciences who are fleeing in the greatest numbers. The Venusian colonies must have a wonderful time with physicists trampling each other to get away from it all--and Earth almost barren of them. Do the physical sciences destroy every sense of social obligation?" "You forget that I don't quite accept Dreyer's theories. To me this is nothing but a rotting structure that is finally collapsing from its own inner decay. I can't see anything positive evolving out of it." "I suppose so. Well, it was nice of you to call, Del. I'm always glad to hear you. Don't wait so long next time." "Illia--" But she had cut the connection and the screen slowly faded into gray, leaving Underwood's argument unfinished. Irritably, he flipped the switch to the public news channels. Where was he wrong? The past year, since he had joined the expedition as Chief Physicist, was like paradise compared with living in the unstable, irresponsible society existing on Earth. He knew it was a purely neurotic reaction, this desire to escape. But application of that label solved nothing, explained nothing--and carried no stigma. The neurotic reaction was the norm in a world so confused. He turned as the news blared abruptly with its perpetual urgency that made him wonder how the commentators endured the endless flow of crises. The President had been impeached again--the third one in six months. There were no candidates for his office. A church had been burned by its congregation. Two mayors had been assassinated within hours of each other. It was the same news he had heard six months ago. It would be the same again tomorrow and next month. The story of a planet repudiating all leadership. A lawlessness that was worse than anarchy, because there was still government--a government that could be driven and whipped by the insecurities of the populace that elected it. Dreyer called it a futile search for a 'head man' by a people who would no longer trust any of their own kind to be 'head man.' And Underwood dared not trust that glib explanation.