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"
Not
very
high
.
Enough
.
"
The
captain
considered
his
cigarette
.
"
Why
did
you
do
it
?
"
Spender
quietly
laid
his
pistol
at
his
feet
.
"
Because
I
’
ve
seen
that
what
these
Martians
had
was
just
as
good
as
anything
we
’
ll
ever
hope
to
have
.
They
stopped
where
we
should
have
stopped
a
hundred
years
ago
.
I
’
ve
walked
in
their
cities
and
I
know
these
people
and
I
’
d
be
glad
to
call
them
my
ancestors
.
"
"
They
have
a
beautiful
city
there
.
"
The
captain
nodded
at
one
of
several
places
.
"
It
’
s
not
that
alone
.
Yes
,
their
cities
are
good
.
They
knew
how
to
blend
art
into
their
living
.
It
’
s
always
been
a
thing
apart
for
Americans
.
Art
was
something
you
kept
in
the
crazy
son
’
s
room
upstairs
.
Art
was
something
you
took
in
Sunday
doses
,
mixed
with
religion
,
perhaps
.
Well
,
these
Martians
have
art
and
religion
and
everything
.
"
"
You
think
they
knew
what
it
was
all
about
,
do
you
?
"
"
For
my
money
.
"
"
And
for
that
reason
you
started
shooting
people
.
"
"
When
I
was
a
kid
my
folks
took
me
to
visit
Mexico
City
.
I
’
ll
always
remember
the
way
my
father
acted
—
loud
and
big
.
And
my
mother
didn
’
t
like
the
people
because
they
were
dark
and
didn
’
t
wash
enough
.
And
my
sister
wouldn
’
t
talk
to
most
of
them
.
I
was
the
only
one
really
liked
it
.
And
I
can
see
my
mother
and
father
coming
to
Mars
and
acting
the
same
way
here
.
"
