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But
having
made
his
point
to
his
own
satisfaction
,
apparently
,
he
shifted
to
Intertemporal
and
remained
there
.
He
said
,
"
I
would
offer
you
a
cigarette
,
but
I
am
certain
you
don
’
t
smoke
.
Smoking
is
approved
of
hardly
anywhen
in
history
.
In
fact
,
good
cigarettes
are
made
only
in
the
72nd
and
mine
have
to
be
specially
imported
from
there
.
I
give
you
that
hint
in
case
you
ever
become
a
smoker
.
It
is
all
very
sad
.
Last
week
,
I
was
stuck
in
the
123rd
for
two
days
.
No
smoking
.
I
mean
,
even
in
the
Section
of
Eternity
devoted
to
the
123rd
.
The
Eternals
there
have
picked
up
the
mores
.
If
I
had
lit
a
cigarette
it
would
have
been
like
the
sky
collapsing
.
Sometimes
I
think
I
should
like
to
calculate
one
great
Reality
Change
and
wipe
out
all
the
no
-
smoking
taboos
in
all
the
Centuries
,
except
that
any
Reality
Change
like
that
would
make
for
wars
in
the
58th
or
a
slave
society
in
the
1000th
.
Always
something
.
"
Harlan
was
first
confused
,
then
anxious
.
Surely
these
rattling
irrelevancies
must
be
hiding
something
.
His
throat
felt
a
little
constricted
.
He
said
,
"
May
I
ask
why
you
’
ve
arranged
to
see
me
,
sir
?
"
"
I
like
your
reports
,
boy
.
"
There
was
a
veiled
glimmer
of
joy
in
Harlan
’
s
eyes
,
but
he
did
not
smile
.
"
Thank
you
,
sir
.
"
"
It
has
a
touch
of
the
artist
.
You
are
intuitive
.
You
feel
strongly
.
I
think
I
know
your
proper
position
in
Eternity
and
I
have
come
to
offer
it
to
you
.
"
Harlan
thought
:
I
can
’
t
believe
this
.
He
held
all
triumph
out
of
his
voice
.
"
You
do
me
great
honor
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
Whereupon
Senior
Computer
Twissell
,
having
come
to
the
end
of
his
cigarette
,
produced
another
in
his
left
hand
by
some
unnoted
feat
of
legerdemain
and
lit
it
.
He
said
between
puffs
,
"
For
Time
’
s
sake
,
boy
,
you
talk
as
though
you
rehearsed
lines
.
Great
honor
,
bah
.
Piffle
.
Trash
.
Say
what
you
feel
in
plain
language
.
You
’
re
glad
,
hey
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
Harlan
cautiously
.
