Goldstein has fallen victim to the trap inherent in message fiction: when a novelist makes the message too prominent, or warps the story to serve the message, the story suffers.

[…]say that thou overheard'st us, And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honey-suckles, ripen'd by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter; […]

[…] when thy Brother has lost all that ever he had, and lies languishing, and even gasping under the utmost extremities of poverty and distress, dost thou think thus to lick him whole again, only with thy Tongue? just like that old formal Hocus, who denyed a Beggar a farthing, and put him off with his Blessing.

The zygote soon divides into two identical cells.