It's _individuals_ who must change, one by one." "Socialism will give the individual his chance." "Yes, I know. I agree in a way. You've shown me all that. I know environment and ways of thinking _do_ partly make people. But Taylor makes socialism, even when its arguments floor him, look such a feathery, passing thing." "You stand firm, Miriam. Socialism isn't feathery. _You're_ feathery. One thinks you're there and suddenly finds you playing on the other side of the field." "It's the fact that socialism is a _side_ that makes it look so shaky. And then there's Reich; an absolute blaze of light ... on the outside side of things." "Not a blaze of anything, my dear Miriam ... a poor, hard-working, popular lecturer." "Everybody in London is listening. Hearing the most illuminating things." "What do they illuminate?" "Ourselves. The English. Continuing Buckle. He's got a clear cool hard unprejudiced foreign mind." "Your foreigners, Miriam. They haven't the monopoly of intelligence." "I know. You think the English are _the_ people. But so does Reich. Really he would interest you. You _must_ let me tell you his idea. Just the shape of it. Badly. He puts it so well that you know he has something up his sleeve. He has. He's a Hungarian patriot. That is his inspiration. That England shall save Europe, and therefore Hungary, from the Germans. You must let me just tell you without interrupting. Two minutes." "_I'm_ intelligent, Miriam. _You're_ intelligent. You have distinction of mind. But a really surprising lack of expression you know. You misrepresent yourself most tremendously." "You mean I haven't a voice, that way of talking about things that makes one know people don't believe what they say and are thinking most about the way they are talking. Bah." "Clear thought makes clear speech."