- Leonard Randall: These are sad times, Miss Blake. All that is mysterious, all that is magic has been leeched away. People who do not see the magic in themselves seek it in someone else. They are so desperate for mystery, for something to believe in, they are willing to accept without question even the most outrageous propositions... For the honor of being treated like sheep, for the distinction of being treated like gullible children they are willing to sacrifice. They would give it all for a scent of magic... Do not seek enlightenment in the vain and self-indulgent proclamations of those who insist you must pay for your own soul. Do not seek it in this box, or in the opinions of others. Seek it in the quiet turning of your own considered conscience.
- Narrator: Critical reviews received and reluctantly acknowledged by Mr. Leonard Randall, a case study in showmanship who found himself upstaged in the final act... by the Twilight Zone.
- Narrator: Lights. A crowd. The proper atmosphere. And the common coin of desperate belief. Commodities necessary to the life and times of Leonard Randall, who may or may not be someone else as well.