Blackadder looked rather wildly about his dimly-lit, porridge-colored box. He was getting claustrophobia. He was wholly unfitted for one-sentence claims on behalf of Ash. He could not detach himself from Ash enough to see what was not known. Ms Patel looked a little despondent. She said, “We’ve got time for three questions and a quickie to finish on. How about my asking you what is Randolph Ash’s importance to our society now?” Blackadder heard himself say, “He thought carefully and didn’t make up his mind in a hurry. He believed knowledge mattered—” “Sorry, I don’t understand—” The door
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