"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."
"It's got to be done," Rayber said.
Jacobs shrugged.
Rayber had counted on discussing with him at length. "Well, I'll see you," he said.
"Okay," Jacobs said.
Rayber wondered why he had ever read the paper to him in the first place.
Before he left for the barber's Tuesday afternoon, Rayber was nervous and he thought that by way of practice, he'd try the paper out on his wife. He didn't know but what she was for Hawkson herself. Whenever he mentioned the election, she made it a point to say, "Just because you teach doesn't mean you know everything." Did he ever
