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The
students
took
it
down
in
their
little
books
.
Straight
from
the
horse
’
s
mouth
.
Once
more
the
Director
touched
the
switch
.
"
.
.
.
so
frightfully
clever
,
"
the
soft
,
insinuating
,
indefatigable
voice
was
saying
,
"
I
’
m
really
awfully
glad
I
’
m
a
Beta
,
because
.
.
"
Not
so
much
like
drops
of
water
,
though
water
,
it
is
true
,
can
wear
holes
in
the
hardest
granite
;
rather
,
drops
of
liquid
sealing
-
wax
,
drops
that
adhere
,
incrust
,
incorporate
themselves
with
what
they
fall
on
,
till
finally
the
rock
is
all
one
scarlet
blob
.
"
Till
at
last
the
child
’
s
mind
is
these
suggestions
,
and
the
sum
of
the
suggestions
is
the
child
’
s
mind
.
And
not
the
child
’
s
mind
only
.
The
adult
’
s
mind
too
–
all
his
life
long
.
The
mind
that
judges
and
desires
and
decides
–
made
up
of
these
suggestions
.
But
all
these
suggestions
are
our
suggestions
!
"
The
Director
almost
shouted
in
his
triumph
.
"
Suggestions
from
the
State
.
"
He
banged
the
nearest
table
.
"
It
therefore
follows
.
.
.
"
A
noise
made
him
turn
round
.
"
Oh
,
Ford
!
"
he
said
in
another
tone
,
"
I
’
ve
gone
and
woken
the
children
.
"
Outside
,
in
the
garden
,
it
was
playtime
.
Naked
in
the
warm
June
sunshine
,
six
or
seven
hundred
little
boys
and
girls
were
running
with
shrill
yells
over
the
lawns
,
or
playing
ball
games
,
or
squatting
silently
in
twos
and
threes
among
the
flowering
shrubs
.
The
roses
were
in
bloom
,
two
nightingales
soliloquized
in
the
boskage
,
a
cuckoo
was
just
going
out
of
tune
among
the
lime
trees
.
The
air
was
drowsy
with
the
murmur
of
bees
and
helicopters
.
The
Director
and
his
students
stood
for
a
short
time
watching
a
game
of
Centrifugal
Bumble
-
puppy
.
Twenty
children
were
grouped
in
a
circle
round
a
chrome
steel
tower
.
A
ball
thrown
up
so
as
to
land
on
the
platform
at
the
top
of
the
tower
rolled
down
into
the
interior
,
fell
on
a
rapidly
revolving
disk
,
was
hurled
through
one
or
other
of
the
numerous
apertures
pierced
in
the
cylindrical
casing
,
and
had
to
be
caught
.
"
Strange
,
"
mused
the
Director
,
as
they
turned
away
,
"
strange
to
think
that
even
in
Our
Ford
’
s
day
most
games
were
played
without
more
apparatus
than
a
ball
or
two
and
a
few
sticks
and
perhaps
a
bit
of
netting
.
imagine
the
folly
of
allowing
people
to
play
elaborate
games
which
do
nothing
whatever
to
increase
consumption
.
It
’
s
madness
.
Nowadays
the
Controllers
won
’
t
approve
of
any
new
game
unless
it
can
be
shown
that
it
requires
at
least
as
much
apparatus
as
the
most
complicated
of
existing
games
.
"
He
interrupted
himself
.
