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Harlan
hesitated
a
moment
.
The
man
was
his
superior
and
to
refuse
the
self
-
invitation
at
this
moment
would
have
a
flavor
of
insubordination
.
It
would
advertise
his
guilt
,
it
seemed
,
and
his
raw
,
painful
conscience
dared
not
permit
that
.
"
You
will
be
welcome
,
Computer
,
"
he
said
stiffly
.
Finge
’
s
sleek
softness
introduced
a
jarring
element
of
epicureanism
into
Harlan
’
s
angular
quarters
.
The
95th
,
Harlan
’
s
homewhen
,
tended
toward
the
Spartan
in
house
furnishings
and
Harlan
had
never
completely
lost
his
taste
for
the
style
.
The
tubular
metal
chairs
had
been
surfaced
with
a
dull
veneer
that
had
been
artificially
grained
into
the
appearance
of
wood
(
though
not
very
successfully
)
.
In
one
corner
of
the
room
was
a
small
piece
of
furniture
that
represented
an
even
wider
departure
from
the
customs
of
the
times
.
It
caught
Finge
’
s
eye
almost
at
once
.
The
Computer
put
a
pudgy
finger
on
it
,
as
though
to
test
its
texture
.
"
What
is
this
material
?
"
"
Wood
,
sir
,
"
said
Harlan
.
"
The
real
thing
?
Actual
wood
?
Amazing
!
You
use
wood
in
your
homewhen
,
I
believe
?
"
"
We
do
.
"
"
I
see
.
There
’
s
nothing
in
the
rules
against
this
,
Technician
"
-
he
dusted
the
finger
with
which
he
had
touched
the
object
against
the
side
seam
of
his
trouser
leg
-
"
but
I
don
’
t
know
that
it
’
s
advisable
to
allow
the
culture
of
the
homewhen
to
affect
one
.
The
true
Eternal
adopts
whatever
culture
he
is
surrounded
by
.
I
doubt
,
for
instance
,
if
I
have
eaten
out
of
an
energic
utensil
more
than
twice
in
five
years
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
And
yet
to
allow
food
to
touch
matter
has
always
seemed
unclean
.
But
I
don
’
t
give
in
.
I
don
’
t
give
in
.
"
