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There
was
no
doubt
whatever
that
the
man
was
putting
this
forward
as
a
perfectly
serious
plan
.
I
evaded
a
comment
on
it
by
repeating
myself
:
"
But
the
place
just
can
’
t
support
that
many
.
"
"
For
a
few
years
,
undoubtedly
,
you
’
ll
have
to
feed
them
mostly
on
mashed
triffids
—
there
won
’
t
be
any
shortage
of
that
raw
material
by
the
look
of
it
.
"
"
Cattle
food
!
"
I
said
.
"
But
sustaining
—
rich
in
the
important
vitamins
,
I
’
m
told
.
And
beggars
—
particularly
blind
beggars
—
can
’
t
be
choosers
.
"
"
You
’
re
seriously
suggesting
that
I
should
take
on
all
these
people
and
keep
them
on
cattle
fodder
?
"
"
Listen
,
Mr
.
Masen
.
If
it
were
not
for
us
,
none
of
these
blind
people
would
be
alive
at
all
now
—
nor
would
their
children
.
It
’
s
up
to
them
to
do
what
we
tell
them
,
take
what
we
give
them
,
and
be
thankful
for
whatever
they
get
.
If
they
like
to
refuse
what
we
offer
—
well
,
that
’
s
their
own
funeral
.
"
I
decided
it
would
be
unwise
to
say
what
I
felt
about
such
a
philosophy
at
the
moment
.
I
turned
to
another
angle
:
"
I
don
’
t
see
—
Tell
me
,
just
where
do
you
and
your
Council
stand
in
all
this
?
"
