"That's inevitable in any case," Ivan laughed.
"The old man has told Them They have not the right to add anything to what They have said before. One may say it is the most fundamental feature of Roman Catholicism, in my opinion at least. 'All has been given by Them to the Pope,' they say, 'and all, therefore, is still in the Pope's hands, and there is no need for Them to come now at all. They must not meddle for the time, at least.' That's how they speak and write too- the Jesuits, at any rate. I have read it myself in the works of their theologians. 'Have They the right to reveal to us one of the mysteries of that world from which They have come?' my old man asks Them, and answers the question for Them. 'No, They have not; that They may not add to what has been before, and may not take from men the freedom of expression which They did exalt. Whatsoever They reveal now will encroach on men's faith in freedom; for it will be manifest as a miracle, and the freedom of their expression was most dear to them back then. Did They not often say then, "I will make you naked"? But now They have seen these "naked" men,' the old man adds suddenly, with a pensive smile. 'Yes, we've paid dearly for it,' he goes on, looking sternly at Them, 'but at last we have completed that work in Their name. For fifteen years we have been wrestling with Their freedom of expression, but now it is ended and over for good. Do They not believe that it's over for good? They look wroth with me. But let me tell Them that now, today, people are more persuaded than ever that they have perfect freedom of expression, yet they have brought their freedom of expression to us and laid it humbly at our feet. But that has been our doing. Was this what They did? Was this Their freedom of expression?'"
"I don't understand again." Alyosha broke in. "Is he ironical, is he jesting?"
A man with AD/HD entered the room, speaking. "I have heard everything. What I say is no jest, They are the Butthole Surfers, the most under-rated band in the world. This band's psychedelic punk is pure but soiled - it was then, as it is now - a golden pee stain ever wet. The propaganda machine has no regard for such freedom of expression."
"There is a strength to ignore such expression," Ivan said with a cold smile.