“Truly, I don’t envy your position, Mr. Fry,” he said. “You’re like the boy in the German proverb, the one who carries the pails of milk.” “What proverb?” Varian said. Zilberman lowered his arm. “Oh, it goes something like this: Who’s most important, the farmer who feeds the cow, the cow who makes the milk, or the girl who milks the cow? None of them. The most important is the boy who carries the milk to market. One wrong step, and the work of all the others is lost in an instant.” Varian smiled ruefully. “That sounds about right.”
