I, too, hardly believe in the blood of nobles making a man greater than the common folk. We all bleed the same, do we not, Daneel? But ignoring the nobility structure which is so common in my time, in my world, would be tantamount to suicide. So would ignoring the Catholic church and its Inquisition. Though I do not believe in the nobleman's cause, per se, forgive me if I continue to follow those rules for a nobleman I actually like.

[He pauses for a long moment, trying to word his thoughts, but giving up partway through and just saying this:]

By what right am I better than these humans? My deeds which are written in books, copied from other books, mistranslated by yet other books, misrepresented by even more books, or a fourth-hand account from a friend of a friend of a pupil? Or my thoughts, which no man could reasonably know as I know them, even my closest and oldest friend, which no man could reasonably understand in their entire as I understand my own mind? My thoughts which have values placed upon them I did not value, ideas placed within them I did not dream? I am not sure those are reasons to be celebrated. And I am very sure they are not reasons to be valued.