"Just picture the scene for a moment." Powell was building the drama for them, turning the room into a stage. "I ask formally: ‘Will you permit me to make a TP examination?’ Then I go around this room ..." He began a slow circuit, bowing to each of the guests in turn. "And the answers come ... ‘Yes ... Yes ... Of course ... Why not? ... Certainly ... Yes ... Yes ...’ And then suddenly a dramatic pause." Powell stopped before Reich, erect, terrifying. "‘You, sir,’ I repeat. ‘Will you give me your permission to peep?"’