“But, please,” I laughed over the phone, “I'm no hero and I'm far from the top; I'm a cog in a machine. We here in the Brotherhood work as a unit,” I said, seeing Brother Wrestrum nod his head in agreement.
“Just a plot,” Wrestrum said. “He aims to control the movement uptown. He wants to be a dictator!”
“Yes, primitive; no one has told you, Brother, that at times you have tom-toms beating in your voice?” “My God,” I laughed, “I thought that was the beat of profound ideas.”