“Good morning, Penny.” I inclined my head in the direction of the guest room. “Any news?”
“No, sir. About the same. Captain’s compliments and would it be too much trouble for you to come to his cabin?”
“Not at all.” Penny followed me in. Dak was there, with his heels hooked to his chair to stay in place; Rog and Bill were strapped to the couch.
Dak looked around and sald, “Thanks for coming in, Chief. We need some help.”
“Good morning. What is it?”
Clifton answered my greeting with his usual dignified deference and called me Chief; Corpsman nodded. Dak went on, “To clean this up in style you should make one more appearance.”
“Eh? I thought-”
“Just a second. The networks were led to expect a major speech from you today, commenting on yesterday’s event. I thought Rog intended to cancel it, but Bill has the speech worked up. Question is, will you deliver it?”
The trouble with adopting a cat is that they always have kittens. “Where? Goddard City?”
“Oh no. Right in your cabin. We beam it to Phobos; they can it for Mars and also put it on the high circuit for New Batavia, where the Earth nets will pick it up and where it will be relayed for Venus, Ganymede, et cetera. Inside of four hours it will be all over the system but you’ll never have to stir out of your cabin.”
There is something very tempting about a grand network. I had never been on one but once and that time my act got clipped down to the point where my face showed for only twenty-seven seconds. But to have one all to myself- Dak thought I was reluctant and added, “It won’t be a strain, as
we are equipped to can it right here in the Tommie. Then we can project it first and clip out anything if necessary.”
“Well-all right. You have the script, Bill?”
“Yes.”
“Let me check it.”
“What do you mean? You’ll have it in plenty of time.”
“Isn’t that it in your hand?”
“Well, yes.”
“Then let me read it.”
Corpsman looked annoyed. “You’ll have it an hour before we record. These things go better if they sound spontaneous.”
“Sounding spontaneous is a matter of careful preparation, Bill. It’s my trade. I know.”
“You did all right at the skyfield yesterday without rehearsal. This is just more of the same old hoke: I want you to do it the same way.”
Bonforte’s personality was coming through stronger the longer Corpsman stalled; I think Clifton could see that I was about to cloud up and storm, for he said, “Oh, for Pete’s sake, Bill! Hand him the speech.”
Corpsman snorted and threw the sheets at me. In free fall they sailed but the air spread them wide. Penny gathered them together, sorted them, and gave them to me. I thanked her, said nothing more, and started to read.
I skimmed through it in a fraction of the time it would take to deliver it. Finally I finished and looked up.
“Well?” said Rog.
“About five minutes of this concerns the adoption. The rest is an argument for the policies of the Expansionist Party. Pretty much the same as I’ve heard in the speeches you’ve had me study.”
“Yes,” agreed Clifton. “The adoption is the hook we hang the rest on. As you know, we expect to force a vote of confidence before long.”
“I understand. You can’t miss this chance to beat the drum. Well, it’s all right, but–”
“But what? What’s worrying you?”
“Well-characterization. In several places the wording should be changed. It’s not the way he would express it.”
Corpsman exploded with a word unnecessary in the presence of a lady; I gave him a cold glance. “Now see here, Smythe,” he went on, “who knows how Bonforte would say it? You? Or the man who has been writing his speeches the past four years?”
I tried to keep my temper; he had a point “It is nevertheless the case,” I answered, “that a line which looks okay in print may not dellver well. Mr. Bonforte is a great orator, I have already learned. He belongs with Webster, Churchill, and Demosthenes-a rolling grandeur expressed in simple words. Now take this word ‘intransigent,’ which you have used twice. I might say that, but I have a weakness for polysyllables; I like to exhibit my literary erudition. But Mr. Bonforte would stay ‘stubborn’ or ‘mulish’ or ‘pigheaded.’ The reason he would is, naturally, that they convey emotion much more effectively.”