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A quieter bunch I have never seen! I dare not keep my friend Ruburt too long, for I have put him through his paces this week indeed. And we have been conversing with people of some note—I was on my good manners. We have indeed seriously made some good friends. But there are no friends like old friends and no lights like lights that explode. I could not have you so maligned. Obviously I was not annoyed. I was amused, and my amusement on occasions takes odd form.

I still do not understand, however, why earlier Ruburt whispered and why these long serious faces as we sit about the table. You must not project your own feelings at this point upon others. The dead are not long-faced. Why should they come into such a long-faced sober group?

I will not again, since I have put Ruburt through so much this week, I will not speak loudly. There was another point, however, that I wanted to make, and I have spoken to you many times to get this simple point across, and yet by your actions this evening, all of you then, I can see that I have not put that point across. I will mention it again.

I did not realize that Ruburt was such a taskmaster. I shall speak to him about it on your behalf.

Now it is well and good for me to come here. You need not think any of this reprimand for you. It is fine and well for me to come here and talk to you, but you are not taking time from your daily activities to develop your own abilities, not to look inward, and you (Theodore) need not be included here. You will have your sessions when you take some time to look within yourselves. You must do part of your own work. I shall not do it for you. I even make Ruburt do his own work and I ride him hard. For I am also some taskmaster, but you must be your own taskmasters also.