THE USUAL LINE WAS assembled in the anteroom of the Esper Guild Institute when Lincoln Powell entered. The hopeful hundreds, all ages, all sexes, all classes, each dreaming that he had the magic quality that could make life the fulfillment of fantasy, unaware of the heavy responsibility that quality entailed. The naiveté of those dreams always made Powell smile. Read minds and make a killing on the market ... (Guild Law forbade speculation or gambling by peepers) Read minds and know the answers to all exam questions ... (That was a schoolboy, unaware that Esper Proctors were hired by Examination Boards to prevent that kind of peeper-cheating) Read minds and know what people really think of me ... Read minds and know which girls are willing ... Read minds and be like a King ...