There is a thing called destiny.
The knowledge of that destiny has been granted me. Not as a human being, not as a member of the human race, but as an instrument to transmit that knowledge to all other thinking life.
I must write a book to do it.
I must make that book as clear and forceful and as honest as I can.
Having done that, I have discharged my responsibility.
Having done that, there is no further claim upon me.
A footstep sounded on the path back of the bench and Sutton turned around.
"Mr. Sutton, isn't it?" said the man.
Sutton nodded.
"Sit down, Trevor," he said. "I've been expecting you."