e that make it all right for you to censor what would
not be right for others?"

He abruptly brought his mind back to the present. Perhaps he'd first
better prepare a news statement before he did anything else, something
noncommittal, reassuring. No point in getting the populace stirred up.

As he sat down behind his desk, a big man in a brown suit, natural
iron-gray hair, a calm and administrative face, he began to realize that
for the next twenty-four hours, at least, he would be in the spotlight.
Well, he'd give a good account of himself. Demonstrate that he had an
executive capacity beyond the needs of his present job. More than a mere
requisition signer, interoffice memo initialer.

For one thing the scientists would give him trouble. If he had been
deeply hurt that they thought he couldn't open up his mind enough to
become an E, what about scientists whose limits were reached still
farther along? He must remember to keep his temper, use persuasion,
maybe kid them a little. The blasted experts were almost as bad as
E's--worse, in a way, because the E didn't have to remind anybody of his
dignity, or how important the work was he was doing.

But then, you never asked an E to drop what he was doing, and listen.
You never asked an E to do anything. He either noticed and was
interested, or he didn't notice, or wasn't interested.

But nobody ever told an E that he must apply himself to a problem. Once
a man became a full-fledged Extrapolator he was outside all law, all
frameworks, all duty, all social mores. That was the essence of E
science, that any requirement outside of his own making didn't exist. It
had to be that way. That kind of mind could not tolerate barriers, but
spent itself constantly in destroying them. Erect barriers of
triviality, and it would waste its substance upon trivial matters. The
only answer was to remove all possible barriers for the E, lest
immersion in something trivial prevent that mind from seeking out a
barrier to knowledge, a problem of significance.

But the scientists! Hayes sighed. If only the scientists wouldn't keep
thinking they were cut from the same cloth as the E. They had to have
restrictions, organization imposed upon them. Yes indeed!

They'd grumble at being taken away from their work to assemble a review
of all the known facts about Eden--a dead issue as far as their own work
was concerned, for Eden had been assayed and filed away as solved.
They'd moan and groan abou