Because I know that the sunrise is an optical illusion. My teacher told me so

Rachel Brown:

[to Bertram T Cates]
What are you trying to prove anyway? Bertram T. Cates:
Rach, I'm not trying to prove anything. All I want to do is teach my students that man just wasn't planted here like a geranium in a flowerpot. That life comes from a long miracle; it didn't just take seven days. Rachel Brown:
But it's against the law. A school teacher's a public servant. He should do what the law and the school board want him to. E. K. Hornbeck:
[Pounding his hand on the chair like a gavel]
Has the accused have anything to say in his own defense? If not, I sentence you to life as a public servant. A silent butler in the service of your school board. Waste baskets for ideas on sale in the outer lobby. Rachel Brown:
I don't see anything funny in this Mr. Hornbeck. E. K. Hornbeck:
Objection sustained. Neither do I. Rachel Brown:
Then why don't you just leave us alone? You newspaper people have stirred up enough trouble for Bert. What do you want anyway? E. K. Hornbeck:
I came to tell Boy Socrates here that the Baltimore Herald is opposed to Hemlock and will provide a lawyer. Bertram T. Cates:
Who? E. K. Hornbeck:
Who? I don't know yet but what's the difference? A new lawyer with old tricks, an old lawyer with new tricks. Wake up Copernicus! The law is still on the side of the lawmakers and everything revolves around their terra firma. Bertram T. Cates:
Then why bother, you and your newspaper? E. K. Hornbeck:
[smiling]
Because I know that the sunrise is an optical illusion. My teacher told me so