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You couldn't kill anybody!" I insisted. "You're too passèd!"
But as the news-report had said, Max declared he was not passèd, never had been -- until just a few hours previously. True, he had thought himself a charitable man and a gentle lover of studentdom, to whose welfare he had ostensibly dedicated all his works: thus he had invented the EATer, to protect men from being EATen; sheltered and raised me as a goat, lest I succumb to human failings; rejected Grand Tutors in favor of ordinary schoolteachers, believing education could lead men from their misery to a better campus. And he had been proud to be a member of the class least subject as he thought to hating, because most often hated.
"That's all true!" I protested. "You're a hate-hater! You're a love-lover!"
"I used to think," Max went on quietly, as if dictating a confession, "if Graduation meant anything at all, it meant relieving human suffering. Not so. Sufferingis Graduation."
"Bray's been talking to you!" I charged. "Why didn't you send him away?"
"The Moishians have a name for Shafting Grand Tutors," Max replied.
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