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It
seemed
to
me
an
odd
view
to
take
—
rather
as
if
one
should
protest
that
one
did
not
like
the
idea
of
dying
or
being
born
.
I
preferred
the
notion
of
finding
out
first
how
it
would
be
,
and
then
doing
what
one
could
about
the
parts
of
it
one
disliked
most
,
but
I
let
it
pass
.
From
time
to
time
we
had
heard
the
sound
of
trucks
driving
up
to
the
far
side
of
the
building
.
It
was
evident
that
most
of
the
foraging
parties
must
have
returned
by
this
hour
.
I
looked
at
my
watch
and
reached
for
the
triffid
guns
lying
on
the
grass
beside
me
"
If
we
’
re
going
to
get
any
supper
before
we
hear
what
other
people
feel
about
all
this
,
it
’
s
time
we
went
in
,
"
I
said
.
I
fancy
all
of
us
had
expected
the
meeting
to
be
simply
a
kind
of
briefing
talk
.
Just
the
timetable
,
course
instructions
,
the
day
’
s
objective
—
that
kind
of
thing
.
Certainly
I
had
no
expectation
of
the
food
for
thought
that
we
received
.
It
was
held
in
a
small
lecture
theater
,
lit
for
the
occasion
by
an
arrangement
of
car
headlamps
and
batteries
.
When
we
went
in
,
some
half
dozen
men
and
two
women
,
who
appeared
to
have
constituted
themselves
a
committee
,
were
conferring
behind
the
lecturer
’
s
desk
.
To
our
surprise
we
found
nearly
a
hundred
people
seated
in
the
body
of
the
hail
.
Young
women
predominated
at
a
ratio
of
about
four
to
one
.
I
had
not
realized
until
Josella
pointed
it
out
to
me
how
few
of
them
were
able
to
see
.
Michael
Beadley
dominated
the
consulting
group
by
his
height
.
I
recognized
the
Colonel
beside
hint
The
other
faces
were
new
to
me
,
save
that
of
Elspeth
Cary
,
who
had
now
exchanged
her
camera
for
a
notebook
,
presumably
for
the
benefit
of
posterity
.
Most
of
their
interest
was
centered
round
an
elderly
man
of
ugly
but
benign
aspect
who
wore
gold
-
rimmed
spectacles
and
had
fine
white
hair
trimmed
to
a
rather
political
length
.
They
all
had
an
air
of
being
a
little
worried
about
him
.
The
other
woman
in
the
party
was
not
much
more
than
a
girl
—
perhaps
twenty
-
two
or
-
three
.
She
did
not
appear
happy
at
finding
herself
where
she
was
.
She
cast
occasional
looks
of
nervous
uncertainty
at
the
audience
.
Sandra
Telmont
came
in
,
carrying
a
sheet
of
foolscap
.
She
studied
it
a
moment
,
then
briskly
broke
the
group
up
and
sorted
it
into
chairs
.
With
a
wave
of
her
hand
she
directed
Michael
to
the
desk
,
and
the
meeting
began
.
He
stood
there
,
a
little
bent
,
watching
the
audience
from
somber
eyes
as
he
waited
for
the
murmuring
to
die
down
.
