Softly, you closed the large double door separating this improvised relaxation room from the lecture, and, turning back, you smiled :
- "Everything is fine, Marcus. Most of the jury is ours now."
Marcus smiled back, bitterly this time :
- "Why don't we leave the talent a chance ?"
- "Because if talent had anything to do with success, nobody would know about Dan Brown. "
- "I am confident in my story. I am sure I could have got this Philip K. Dick memorial prize without any help. "
- "I can't take any chance. If someone had more talent than I in...convincing the right people, then all your talent in the world wouldn't do anything. "
- "Readers. They are the people to convince."
- "Right-o. A nice label. People buying blindly. Tons of money. That's what all this prize is about. "
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