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But
there
were
a
number
of
not
unobvious
characteristics
which
escaped
comment
for
some
little
time
.
It
was
,
for
instance
,
quite
a
while
before
anyone
drew
attention
to
the
uncanny
accuracy
with
which
they
aimed
their
stings
,
and
that
they
almost
invariably
struck
for
the
head
.
Nor
did
anyone
at
first
take
notice
of
their
habit
of
lurking
near
their
fallen
victims
.
The
reason
for
that
became
clear
only
when
it
was
shown
that
they
fed
upon
flesh
as
well
as
upon
insects
.
The
stinging
tendril
did
not
have
the
muscular
power
to
tear
firm
flesh
,
but
it
had
strength
enough
to
pull
shreds
from
a
decomposing
body
and
lift
them
to
the
cup
on
its
stem
.
There
was
no
great
interest
,
either
,
in
the
three
little
leafless
sticks
at
the
base
of
the
stem
.
There
was
a
light
notion
that
they
might
have
something
to
do
with
the
reproductive
system
—
that
system
which
tends
to
be
a
sort
of
botanical
glory
-
hole
for
all
parts
of
doubtful
purpose
until
they
can
be
sorted
out
and
more
specifically
assigned
later
on
.
It
was
assumed
,
consequently
,
that
their
characteristic
of
suddenly
losing
their
immobility
and
rattling
a
rapid
tattoo
against
the
main
stem
was
some
strange
form
of
triffidian
amatory
exuberance
.
Possibly
my
uncomfortable
distinction
of
getting
myself
stung
so
early
in
the
triffid
era
had
the
effect
of
stimulating
my
interest
,
for
I
seemed
to
have
a
sort
of
link
with
them
from
then
on
.
I
spent
—
or
"
wasted
,
"
if
you
look
at
me
through
my
father
’
s
eyes
—
a
great
deal
of
fascinated
time
watching
them
.
One
could
not
blame
him
for
considering
this
a
worthless
pursuit
,
yet
later
the
time
turned
out
to
have
been
better
employed
than
either
of
us
suspected
,
for
it
was
just
before
I
left
school
that
the
Attic
&
European
Fish
Oil
Company
reconstituted
itself
,
dropping
the
word
"
Fish
"
in
the
process
.
The
public
learned
that
it
and
similar
companies
in
other
countries
were
about
to
farm
triffids
on
a
large
scale
,
in
order
to
extract
valuable
oils
and
juices
and
to
press
highly
nutritious
oil
cake
for
stock
feeding
.
Consequently
,
triffids
moved
into
the
realm
of
big
business
overnight
.
Right
away
I
decided
my
future
.
I
applied
to
the
Arctic
&
European
,
where
my
qualifications
got
me
a
job
on
the
production
side
.
My
father
’
s
disapproval
was
somewhat
qualified
by
the
rate
of
pay
,
which
was
good
for
my
age
.
But
when
I
spoke
enthusiastically
of
the
future
he
blew
doubtfully
through
his
mustache
.
He
had
real
faith
only
in
a
type
of
work
steadied
by
long
tradition
,
but
he
let
me
have
my
way
.
"
After
all
,
if
the
thing
isn
’
t
a
success
,
you
’
ll
find
out
young
enough
to
start
in
on
something
more
solid
,
"
he
conceded
.
There
turned
out
to
be
no
need
for
that
.
Before
he
and
my
mother
were
killed
together
in
a
holiday
airbus
crash
five
years
later
,
they
had
seen
[
he
new
companies
drive
all
competing
oils
off
the
market
and
those
of
us
who
had
been
in
at
the
beginning
apparently
well
set
for
life
.
One
of
the
early
corners
was
my
friend
Walter
Lucknor
.
There
had
been
some
doubt
at
first
about
taking
Walter
on
.
He
knew
little
of
agriculture
,
less
of
business
,
and
lacked
the
qualifications
for
lab
work
.
On
the
other
hand
,
he
did
know
a
lot
about
triffids
—
he
had
a
kind
of
inspired
knack
with
them
.
What
happened
to
Walter
that
fatal
May
years
later
I
do
not
know
—
though
I
can
guess
.
It
is
a
sad
thing
that
he
did
not
escape
.
He
might
have
been
immensely
valuable
later
on
.
