He started piling things on the scarred tabletop: pipe cleaners, X-acto knives, a magnifying glass, a stack of tape cassettes held with a rubber band. "We’ll tackle anything here, shake it, turn it upside down, look at any angle ... you can blue-sky it, brainstorm.... The money boys here, they’re not like those jaspers back Stateside; once they trust you, well, it’s just like a block grant, only better. You get True Intellectual Freedom...."