"The whole thing's deuced unnatural--I'd say impossible if we weren't in it.

And an unnatural condition's sure to have unnatural results.

You'll find some awful characteristics--see if you don't! For instance--we don't know yet what they do with their criminals--their defectives--their aged.

You notice we haven't seen any! There's got to be something!" I was inclined to believe that there had to be something, so I took the bull by the horns--the cow, I should say!--and asked Somel.
"I want to find some flaw in all this perfection," I told her flatly.
"It simply isn't possible that three million people have no faults.

We are trying our best to understand and learn--would you mind helping us by saying what, to your minds, are the worst qualities of this unique civilization of yours ?" We were sitting together in a shaded arbor, in one of those eating-gardens of theirs.