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She
was
,
she
thought
,
finished
forever
with
any
sort
of
prissiness
;
she
had
grown
to
cherish
an
ascetic
,
almost
Martian
joy
in
all
things
physical
The
public
copulations
and
evacuations
of
these
simian
prisoners
did
not
trouble
her
as
they
once
had
;
these
poor
penned
people
possessed
no
privacy
,
they
were
not
at
fault
.
She
could
now
watch
such
without
repugnance
;
her
own
impregnable
fastidiousness
untouched
.
No
,
it
was
that
they
were
"
Human
,
All
Too
Human
"
,
every
action
,
every
expression
,
every
puzzled
troubled
look
reminded
her
of
what
she
liked
least
about
her
own
race
.
Jill
preferred
the
Lion
House
–
the
great
males
arrogant
and
sure
of
themselves
even
in
captivity
–
the
placid
motherliness
of
the
big
females
,
the
lordly
beauty
of
Bengal
tigers
with
jungle
staring
out
of
their
eyes
,
the
little
leopards
–
swift
and
deadly
,
the
reek
of
musk
that
airconditioners
could
not
purge
.
Mike
usually
shared
her
tastes
for
other
exhibits
,
too
;
he
would
spend
hours
in
the
Aviary
,
or
the
Reptile
House
,
or
in
watching
seals
–
once
he
had
told
her
that
,
if
one
had
to
be
hatched
on
this
planet
to
be
a
sea
lion
would
be
of
greatest
goodness
.
When
he
had
first
seen
a
zoo
,
Mike
had
been
much
upset
;
Jill
had
been
forced
to
order
him
to
wait
and
grok
,
as
be
had
been
about
to
take
immediate
action
to
free
all
the
animals
.
He
had
conceded
presently
,
under
her
arguments
–
that
most
of
these
animals
could
not
stay
alive
free
in
the
climate
and
environment
where
he
proposed
to
turn
them
loose
,
that
a
zoo
was
a
nest
?
of
a
sort
.
He
had
followed
this
first
experience
with
many
hours
of
withdrawal
,
after
which
he
never
again
threatened
to
remove
all
the
bars
and
glass
and
grills
.
He
explained
to
Jill
that
the
bars
were
to
keep
people
out
at
least
as
much
as
to
keep
the
animals
in
,
which
he
had
failed
to
grok
at
first
.
After
that
Mike
never
missed
a
zoo
wherever
they
went
.
But
today
even
the
unmitigated
misanthropy
of
the
camels
could
not
shake
Mike
’
s
moodiness
;
he
looked
at
them
without
smiling
.
Nor
did
the
monkeys
and
apes
cheer
him
up
.
They
stood
for
quite
a
while
in
front
of
a
cage
containing
a
large
family
of
capuchins
,
watching
them
eat
,
sleep
,
court
,
nurse
,
grooms
and
swarm
aimlessly
around
the
cage
,
while
Jill
surreptitiously
tossed
them
peanuts
despite
"
No
Feeding
"
signs
.
She
tossed
one
to
a
medium
sized
monk
;
before
he
could
eat
it
a
much
larger
male
was
on
him
and
not
only
stole
his
peanut
but
gave
him
a
beating
,
then
left
.
The
little
fellow
made
no
attempt
to
pursue
his
tormentor
;
be
squatted
at
the
scene
of
the
crime
,
pounded
his
knucks
against
the
concrete
floor
,
and
chattered
his
helpless
rage
.
Mike
watched
it
solemnly
.
Suddenly
the
mistreated
monkey
rushed
to
the
side
of
the
cage
,
picked
a
monkey
still
smaller
,
bowled
it
over
and
gave
it
a
drubbing
worse
than
the
one
he
had
suffered
–
after
which
he
seemed
quite
relaxed
.
The
third
monk
crawled
away
,
still
whimpering
,
and
found
shelter
in
the
arm
of
a
female
who
had
a
still
smaller
one
,
a
baby
,
on
her
back
.
The
other
monkeys
paid
no
attention
to
any
of
it
.
Mike
threw
back
his
head
and
laughed
–
went
on
laughing
,
loudly
and
uncontrollably
.
He
gasped
for
breath
,
tears
came
from
his
eyes
;
he
started
to
tremble
and
sink
to
the
floor
,
still
laughing
.
"
Stop
it
,
Mike
!
"
He
did
cease
folding
himself
up
but
his
guffaws
and
tears
went
on
.
An
attendant
hurried
over
.
"
Lady
,
do
you
need
help
?
"
"
No
.
Yes
,
I
do
.
Can
you
call
us
a
cab
?
Ground
car
,
air
cab
,
anything
–
I
’
ve
got
to
get
him
out
of
here
.
"
She
added
,
"
He
’
s
not
well
.
"
