' I grunted and did so. ' 'But I just had to tell you that I had been chosen. I changed the subject quickly. He stopped almost at once; it dawned on him that wrecking the brains was not enough.
He finished with an alternate chorus -- We've tried each spinning space mote And reckoned its true worth: Take us back again to the homes of men On the cool, green hills of Earth. There's nothing to be done, he said dully, nothing at all. Suppose you featured that fact in your ads? Suppose you ran pictures of a boy and girl, sitting out under the Moon, sharing a bott We are taking over in the interests of national security; you can go home now.
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