Here, Roman, apparently in youthful impatience, lost his temper.
“Not an ideal man,” he roared, “but your all-out consumer!”
An ominous silence reigned.
“How did you say?” Vibegallo inquired in a terrible voice. “Will you repeat that! What did you call the ideal man?”
‘J-Janus Poluektovich,” said Feodor Simeonovich. “After all! That won’t do, my friend. .
“Won’t do!” exclaimed Vibegallo. “You are quite right, comrade Kivrin, it won’t do! We have here a scientific experiment of international caliber! The colossus of the spirit must appear here within the Insfitute walls! This is symbolic! Comrade Oira-Oira with his pragmatic proclivities takes a divisive approach to the problem. And comrade Junta, also, takes the narrow-minded view! You don’t have to give me that look, comrade Junta: t
