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Purcell—”
    “You might as well call me Harry. You won’t have to for long.” He tossed the little wire thing onto a table, watching its slow third-gee trajectory rather than look at me. “Daniel thinks you would be a good prospect for Policy Coordinator-elect. Don’t run.”
    “I already told him I wouldn’t. I’m not old enough.”
    “You’re old enough. You’re competent. But there are a lot of people in this can—like me—who are rather hostile toward you.”
    “Can’t please everybody.”
    “That’s not the point. I rarely please anybody, but here I am.” The wire thing bounced and he snatched it out of the air with a surprisingly swift motion. “It’s not your personality, or that you’ve been unfair or imprudent.” He allowed himself a tiny smile. “Though your sex life, such of it as has come to my attention, seems … lurid. By my standards.”
    “I have my own standards.”
    “As I say, that’s not the problem. It’s much more subtle than that, and it’s complex, multiplex, and you have to do something about it before you run for office. Because the chances are you
will
win, and the results of your tenure could be disastrous.”
    “I’m listening.” Hearing, anyhow.
    “Number one. You’re an idealist. That’s attractive in the young.”
    “You’re saying a leader can’t be an idealist?”
    “It’s an impediment.” He leaned back, professorial. “Go ahead. Give me an example.”
    “Jefferson.” I thought of him because I’d just seen his picture; one of the paintings reproduced in the hall outside of the meeting room.
    “Thomas Jefferson. I don’t know American history that well.” He brightened. “But I know American economics. Jefferson owned slaves, didn’t he? Doesn’t sound too enlightened, even for that period.”
    “He freed them.”
    “He bought them first. Sounds like political expedience.”
    “Mahatma Gandhi.”
    “Religious leaders don’t count. Without at least the appearance of idealism, they would have no following.” He waved a hand to keep me from trying Adolf Hitler or someone. “It’s not that you can’t have ideals. Even I have one or two left. But I don’t let them dictate policy. I’d wind up with a few dedicated partisans on my side and a guaranteed majority trying to impede me, on general principles.”
    “I understand what you’re saying. I would have to be subtle—”
    “That’s not in your repertoire. Might as well say ‘I would have to be a giraffe.’ Unless you’ve changed profoundly in the last few months.”
    “But it’s not as if I’m a bomb-throwing radical. Most of the people in ’Home have about the same notions of right and wrong—”
    “You
would
say ‘right and wrong.’ That’s not what I’m talking about. What I’m saying is that you’re inflexible. You wouldn’t act against principle, even when it was clearly necessary.”
    “You seem to know a lot about me.”
    “I do.” He unzipped a front pocket and handed me a holo slide. “This is a message to you from Sandra Berrigan.”
    “What did you have to do with Sandra?”
    “We were strange bedfellows together.” For a weird moment I thought he meant sex, and tried to picture it. “I was supposed to wait until we were a lot farther out to give that to you. You are to play it once, alone, and then destroy it, and never discuss it with anyone but me.”
    “Not even Sandra?”
    “Especially not her. She has her own problems.”
    I put the slide in my breast pocket, next to the button bug that was recording our conversation. It was confusing. Sandra had been my political mentor; she knew exactly how I felt about Purcell.
    “Sandra entrusted that to me for reasons that will become apparent. I couldn’t pass on that trust. And I wanted you to read it while I was still … able to discuss it with you.”
    “I’ll look at it tonight.”
    “It’s about principle, ideals. About complexity.”
    “Okay.” Sandra and Purcell? I put it out of