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The aide chuckled lazily, not at all the brisk chap I'd lunched with last time around. "At least you've got fuel in your tank; that's more than the Chief has."
I advised Stoker not to accompany me inside, as I thought it fitter his brother come out to him. He yawned and scratched his armpit.
"Forget it."
"Nobody's allowed in while X is there," the aide explained. No use, I knew, to try Laertides's trick on them. "Unless you happen to know the password," he added with a smile. "Which you don't."
I considered. "Could it beNothing in excess?"
Stoker frowned. "What kind of talk is that?"
"How aboutPass All Fail All?"
The brown man shook his head slightly, not very interested.
"E pluribus unum? Failure is Passage?"
"Those sound like flunkwords to me," Stoker said.
I searched my memory for Maxims."Veritas vos liberabit? Gnothi seauton? Don't burn your bridges at both ends?"
"Give it up," the aide advised.
A little angrily I said, "I don't think thereis any password!"
He shrugged and laid his hand on the gate-latch as a party issued from the
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