I would serve too many masters, and that I
didn't like. And too, there are too many people in the United States
that don't believe in the UN, and might be tempted to do something
about it if they thought I owed allegiance to someone else besides the
United States. I couldn't stir up anything like that, I told him. Deep
down in my heart, I wanted people to like me, to admire me, to think
that I was their hero, and no other country's. I think I can see
admiration and affection in the eyes of the civilians and sailors that
supply me the food and the other things I ask for. They ask me every
once in a while if I'm all right, if I need women. I tell them I
don't, that I'm reconciled with living like I am. And that's true; I
want no other woman except Helen, and her I can't have, for devious
reasons; my name is just anonymous to the world. Smith talked me into
that--his idea was that if no one knew who I was, I'd be just that
much harder to find. He explained that there are several other islands
set up the same as mine, with almost the same conditions and the same
surroundings. He calls it camouflage on a grand scale, and he's the
boss. I know I'm not very smart; just smart enough to know that the
reports in the _Times_ about other people in other parts of the world
with my capabilities are some of the grand-scale camouflage started by
Smith's agents. I'm all alone, and I know it. But sometimes I wake up
in the middle of the night and go for a walk along the beach and kick
up a little sand with my bare feet like Helen and I did on our
honeymoon. They asked me once if I really had to do that. I told them
I felt like it, and they asked me why. I didn't tell them I was just
lonesome.

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_CONFIDENTIAL MEMO_

_FROM:_ _Morgan_

_TO:_ _Smith_

_MESSAGE: I don't care how many plants got hit. Draft
another plant. Draft the T i m e s itself. But get those special
editions to Miller and get them there today. Repeat, today!
You're already one day late in getting started on those
hints of probable attack. Better rush the softening up. The
way things are going, all plans are off, and we may need him
in a hurry. And that means we'll need cooperation. You know
Miller. You saw those reports on the Suggs post-mortem. Do I
have to draw diagrams for you? You've got unlimited
authority. Use it. I'm serious about drafting the T i m e s if