"Well, Bartle, as you know, the Center -- the Melopsych Center, a thoroughly inadequate name for the installation I might say -- is the point of broadcast for these many taped musical selections contrived by Mass Psych as a therapeutic treatment for the various Echelon levels. It is the Great Psychiatrist -- the Father Confessor. For where can one bare one's soul, or soothe one's nerves and disposition frayed by a day's endeavor, better than in the tender yet firm embrace of music?"

Then somebody struck a sour note. . . .