} Of course. Why do you think I always ask for a tribute? It's certainly
} not for *my* benefit; what would I want with fourteen thousand
} unshelled Brazil nuts? I can buy Brazil nuts at the store like anyone
} else, and I couldn't eat fourteen thousand of them any more easily
} than you could. I don't even *like* Brazil nuts. March '64 Playboy?
} Why, when I have Lisa? And with all the questions I have to answer,
} do you think I'd have the time to read even a tenth of all the written
} material -- books, essays, stone tablets, finger-paintings -- that
} I've requested in my career? Of course not.
} I do it all for you, Supplicant. For you and everyone like you, for
} everyone who's ever come before me, seeking my wisdom. I offer you my
} knowledge, by answering your questions, and then I offer you something
} far more valuable: a mission. A goal to achieve. An opportunity to
} feel as though you've served your fellow man (or immortal, as the case
} may be). A way for you to feel our relationship is an equal one, that
} you have paid a fair price, that you deserve the answers you're given.
} Every time I give you a token of information, every time I give you
} the answer to a question, I gain far more than you could ever know.
} I would feel that I was exploiting you if didn't give you the chance
} to give something back, to feel the joy and warmth inside that's an
} innate part of giving. And y'know, I get a little smile just from
} giving you that chance, too.
} You owe the Oracle a '57 Chevy Bel Air, three hundred thousand dollars
} in small bills, and the remainder of your lifetime in indentured
} servitude to the Oracular temple. Because I care.