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BURGE. Two million tons a year, in round numbers, of stuff that everyone
would clamor for: that men would trample down women and children in the
streets to get at. You couldnt produce it. There would be blue murder.
It's out of the question. We must keep the actual secret to ourselves.
CONRAD [_staring at them_] The actual secret! What on earth is the man
talking about?
BURGE. The stuff. The powder. The bottle. The tabloid. Whatever it is.
You said it wasnt lemons.
CONRAD. My good sir: I have no powder, no bottle, no tabloid. I am not a
quack: I am a biologist. This is a thing thats going to happen.
LUBIN [_completely let down_] Going to happen! Oh! Is that all? [_He
looks at his watch_].
BURGE. Going to happen! What do you mean? Do you mean that you cant make
it happen?
CONRAD. No more than I could have made you happen.
FRANKLYN. We can put it into men's heads that there is nothing to
prevent its happening but their own will to die before their work is
done, and their own ignorance of the splendid work there is for them to
do.
CONRAD.


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