New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Television game show hosts -- Fiction
"Your frame of reference is unrealistic, Mr. Macro. It's impossible
for any man to clear himself today. These things are chain-reactive."
Audibon flung down the dossier and began to pace energetically. "Touch
the American pulse and what do you find? The systole and diastole
of paranoia. Do you know cybernetics ... the science of minds and
machines? There's a cybernetic feed-back in the American nervous system
today. The average American is synaptically inhibited. He can't believe
in the innocence of a man once he's been accused. He can't believe in
guiltlessness even after acquittal."
Macro stared at Audibon.
"Apart from the issue of freedom of conscience," Audibon went on
passionately, "there's the quanta of Popular Villainism. Literature
went through an Industrial Revolution in this country and was
transformed from an art-form into a story business. The political
thinking was metamorphised the same way. You don't find people weighing
political factors and extrapolating for valued judgements. Savanarola
died in vain. No, our people turn every political issue into Cops And
Robbers ... Boy Meets Girl ... Peter And The Wolf, you should excuse
the expression."
"I'm afraid I don't follow you, Mr. Audibon."
"Peter And The Wolf. Written by a Russian composer named Tchaikovsky,"
Audibon explained patiently. "A musico-political joke."
"But this isn't a question of Russian aliens, Mr. Audibon. It's
simply--"
"It's a question of the write-in habit," Audibon interrupted. "The
basic mistake radio made. Radio tried to bring entertainment into
the home. Then the problem of audience response arose and we had to
encourage the write-in habit for purposes of analysis on a broad
consumer basis. From writing in about products, the public has taken
to writing in about politics. This is one mistake television will not
make. We're not going to bring the show into the home. We're going to
bring the home to the show."
"About these people, Mr. Audibon...."
"I know them all, Mr. Macro. They're artists, all of them; not
necessarily talentwise, but because they have magic. Talent died
with Goethe. These people have theatricality and mesmerization, not
intelligence. Three quarters of them probably did what they did out of
_Gestalt_ ... out of emotions. How can we judge them on the cybernetic
level?"
"Mr. Audibon," Macro said in exasperation. "I'm a business man. Let's
get down to cases. Is your network prepared to suspend the employment
of these subversives, or must I call the attention of our sponsors'
organization to your--"
"This network has never approved of a blacklist, Mr. Macro, and it
never will. If you've come here looking for an official blacklist, you
don't know the temper of our organization. However ... I see no reason
why the artists investigated by you shouldn't be given plenty of free
time to prepare their defense."
Macro looked hard at Audibon. "Then you're prepared to--"
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