free cities

( McCoy had been attempting to avoid being swept up in some middle manager's enthusiastic speechifying on the miracles of Capitalism-by-a-different-name, right about the time that this young man started in on his efforts to provide a little mid-summit education. He reminds him so much of Chekov, lack of a Russian lilt notwithstanding, that he loses all interest in Mr. Manager to focus on him, and sidles up after he moves on. )

Don't let it get to you, kid, I don't think the scientific method's made it out this far yet.