by“I have come,” said the little man, “a new Moses, to lead my people to the Promised Land.” He said it slowly, with dramatic restraint. “Fate has led me to a star, and I have returned to show mankind the way to a thing it has not known for over a hundred years—hope!”
He was not quite five feet tall, with a chubby face and a beet-red nose, straw-colored hair, and mild gray eyes. He was nondescript. And it seemed very strange, somehow, that this ridiculous little man could stand there on that platform, with the gleaming majesty of that five-hundred-foot spaceship in the background dwarfing him—and facing that battery of telecasters, talk to two billion people and awaken in them a thing that had been dormant for a century or more.
He said, “We have died spiritually, and the eternal quest o
