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"
Hmmph
,
a
silly
name
--
it
suits
him
.
Foreigner
,
no
doubt
.
It
ought
to
be
against
the
law
to
use
the
schools
as
undercover
recruiting
stations
.
I
think
I
'm
going
to
write
a
pretty
sharp
letter
about
it
--
a
taxpayer
has
some
rights
!
"
"
But
,
Father
,
he
does
n't
do
that
at
all
!
He
--
"
I
stopped
,
not
knowing
how
to
describe
it
.
Mr.
Dubois
had
a
snotty
,
superior
manner
;
he
acted
as
if
none
of
us
was
really
good
enough
to
volunteer
for
service
.
I
did
n't
like
him
.
"
Uh
,
if
anything
,
he
discourages
it
.
"
"
Hmmph
!
Do
you
know
how
to
lead
a
pig
?
Never
mind
.
When
you
graduate
,
you
're
going
to
study
business
at
Harvard
;
you
know
that
.
After
that
,
you
will
go
on
to
the
Sorbonne
and
you
'll
travel
a
bit
along
with
it
,
meet
some
of
our
distributors
,
find
out
how
business
is
done
elsewhere
.
Then
you
'll
come
home
and
go
to
work
.
You
'll
start
with
the
usual
menial
job
,
stock
clerk
or
something
,
just
for
form
's
sake
--
but
you
'll
be
an
executive
before
you
can
catch
your
breath
,
because
I
'm
not
getting
any
younger
and
the
quicker
you
can
pick
up
the
load
,
the
better
.
As
soon
as
you
're
able
and
willing
,
you
'll
be
boss
.
There
!
How
does
that
strike
you
as
a
program
?
As
compared
with
wasting
two
years
of
your
life
?
"
I
did
n't
say
anything
.
None
of
it
was
news
to
me
;
I
'd
thought
about
it
.
Father
stood
up
and
put
a
hand
on
my
shoulder
.
"
Son
,
do
n't
think
I
do
n't
sympathize
with
you
;
I
do
.
But
look
at
the
real
facts
.
If
there
were
a
war
,
I
'll
be
the
first
to
cheer
you
on
--
and
to
put
the
business
on
a
war
footing
.
But
there
is
n't
,
and
praise
God
there
never
will
be
again
.
We
've
outgrown
wars
.
This
planet
is
now
peaceful
and
happy
and
we
enjoy
good
enough
relations
with
other
planets
.
So
what
is
this
so
called
'
Federal
Service
'
?
Parasitism
,
pure
and
simple
.
A
functionless
organ
,
utterly
obsolete
,
living
on
the
taxpayers
.
A
decidedly
expensive
way
for
inferior
people
who
otherwise
would
be
unemployed
to
live
at
public
expense
for
a
term
of
years
,
then
give
themselves
airs
for
the
rest
of
their
lives
.
Is
that
what
you
want
to
do
?
"
"
Carl
is
n't
inferior
!
"
"
Sorry
.
No
,
he
's
a
fine
boy
...
but
misguided
.
"
He
frowned
,
and
then
smiled
.
"
Son
,
I
had
intended
to
keep
something
as
a
surprise
for
you
--
a
graduation
present
.
But
I
'm
going
to
tell
you
now
so
that
you
can
put
this
nonsense
out
of
your
mind
more
easily
.
Not
that
I
am
afraid
of
what
you
might
do
;
I
have
confidence
in
your
basic
good
sense
,
even
at
your
tender
years
.
But
you
are
troubled
.
I
know
--
and
this
will
clear
it
away
.
Can
you
guess
what
it
is
?
"
"
Uh
,
no
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
A
vacation
trip
to
Mars
.
"
I
must
have
looked
stunned
.
"
Golly
,
Father
,
I
had
no
idea
--
"
