against in
Barban,
neither of
the
simplicity
of the
other
man’s bag
of ideas
nor of the
complexity
of his
training.
McKisco
knew what
ideas
were, and
as his
mind grew
he was
able to
recognize
and sort
an
increasing
number of
them – but
faced by a
man whom
he
considered
“dumb,”
one in
whom he
found no
ideas he
could
recognize
as such,
and yet to
whom he
could not
feel
personally
superior,
he jumped
at the
conclusion
that
Barban was
