"Logic," said Trevor.
"There is no real logic," Sutton declared, "in planning a million years ahead. A man can plan his own lifetime, if he wishes, and there is some logic in that. Or the life of his children, and there still would be some logic in it…and maybe in the life of his grandchildren. But beyond that there can be no logic."
"Sutton," asked Trevor, "did you ever hear of a corporation?"
"Why, yes, of course, but…"
"A corporation could plan for a million years," said Trevor. "It could plan very logically."
"A corporation is not a man," said Sutton. "It is not an entity."
"But it is," insisted Trevor. "An entity composed of men and created by men to carry out their wishes. It is a living, operative concept that is handed down from one generation to another to carry out a plan too vast to be accomplished in the lifetime of one man alone."
"Your corporation publishes books, too, doesn't it?" asked Sutton.
Trevor stared at him. "Who told you that?" he snapped.
"A couple of men by the name of Case and Pringle," Sutton said. "They tried to buy my book for your corporation."