"Right," he finally said, "right." He fed the papers back into the 
copier and told it to destroy them. He thrust his fists into his trouser 
pockets and walked up and down the length of the room twice, then sat down 
again, looking not at Nell and Harv and not at the book, but somewhere off into 
the distance. "Right," he said. "I will not confiscate the book during your 
stay in Dovetail, if you follow certain conditions. First of all, you will not 
under any circumstances make use of a matter compiler. Secondly, the book is 
for your use, and your use only. Third, you will not copy or reproduce any of 
the information contained in the book. Fourth, you will not show the book to 
anyone here or make anyone aware of its existence. Violation of any of these 
conditions will lead to your immediate expulsion
from Dovetail and the confiscation and probable destruction of the book. Do I 
make myself clear?"