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. If you want to see him, you reach in
and take him out. Maybe this time he'll hang on. I hope."
That ended any attempt to inspect us. Adele Sussbaum, Unnecessary Public
Servant First Class, agreed that Tree-San was not verboten, admired it, and
inquired as to its flowers. When she and Gwen started exchanging recipes, I
insisted that we had to get moving-if the municipal health and safety inspection
was finished.
We slanted across Outer Ring; I smelted out the Causeway and was oriented.
We went down a level and passed through Old Dome, then headed down the tunnel
where my memory said the Raffles Hotel ought to be.
But en route Bill exposed me to some of his political opinions. "Senator-"
"Not 'Senator,' Bill. Doctor."
"'Doctor.' Yes, sir. Doctor, I think it's wrong, what happened back there."
"Yes, it is. That so-called inspection is pointless. It's the sort of
expensive, useless accretion all governments acquire over the years, like
barnacles on an ocean ship."
"Oh, I don't meant that. That's okay; it protects the city and gives her an
honest job."
"Strike the word 'honest.'"
"Huh? I was talking about charging for air. That's wrong. Air should be
free."
"Why do you say that. Bill? This isn't New Orleans; this is the Moon. No
atmosphere. If you don't buy air, how are you going to breathe?"
"But that's just what I mean! Air to breathe is everybody's right
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