"I never argue," Jacobs said. "That's because you don't know this kind of ignorance," Rayber explained. "You've never experienced it." Jacobs snorted. "Oh yes I have," he said. "What happened?" "I never argue." "But you know you're right," Rayber persisted. "I never argue." "Well, I'm going to argue," Rayber said. "I'm going to say the right thing as fast as they can say the wrong. It'll be a question of speed. Understand," he went on, "this is no mission of conversion; I'm defending myself." "I understand that," Jacobs said. "I hope you're able to do it." "I've already done it! You read the paper. There it is." Rayber wondered if Jacobs were dense or preoccupied. "Okay, then leave it there. Don't spoil your complexion arguing with barbers."