Sincere things. I've never yet written in my editorial
column anything that I don't believe from the bottom of my soul. Take
that as a basis on which to judge me."
"My dear Ban! I don't want to judge you."
"I want you to," he cried eagerly. "I want your judgment and your
criticism. But you must see what I'm aiming for. Miss Camilla, I'm
making people stir their minds and think who never before had a thought
beyond the everyday processes of life."
"For your own purposes? Thought, as you manipulate it, might be a
high-explosive. Have you thought of using it in that way?"
"If I found a part of the social edifice that had to be blown to pieces,
I might."
"Take care that you don't involve us all in the crash. Meantime, what is
the rest of your editorial page; a species of sedative to lull their
minds? Who is Evadne Ellington?"
"One of our most prominent young murderesses."
"And you let her sign a column on your page?"
"Oh, she's a highly moral murderess. Killed her lover in defense of her
honor, you know. Which means that she shot him when he got tired of her.
A sobbing jury promptly acquitted her, and now she's writing 'Warnings
to Young Girls.' They're most improving and affecting, I assure you. We
look after that.
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