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That the damnedness of the system. You don抰 question a god. He maygive the order tomorrow for all I know; and you can wrap tobacco round thatand smoke it."Everyone tried to talk at once and Sermak was slamming the table forsilence, when the front door opened and Levi Norast stamped in. He boundedup the stairs, overcoat on, trailing snow.
"Look at that!" he cried, tossing a cold, snow-speckled newspaper onto thetable. "The visicasters are full of it, too."The newspaper was unfolded and five heads bent over it.
Sermak said, in a hushed voice, "Great Space, he going to Anacreon! Goingto Anacreon!""It is treason," squeaked Tarki, in sudden excitement. "Il be damned ifWalto is right. Hesold us out and now he going there to collect hiswage."Sermak had risen. " to ask the Counciltomorrow that Hardin be impeached. And if that fails?The snow had ceased, but it caked the ground deeply now and the sleekground car advanced through the deserted streets with lumbering effort. Themurky gray light of incipient dawn was cold not only in the poetical sensebut also in a very literal way ?and even in the then turbulent state ofthe Foundation's politics, no one, whether Actionist or pro-Hardin foundhis spirits sufficiently ardent to begin street activity that early .
Yohan Lee did not like that and his grumblings grew audible. "It's going tolook bad, Hardin. They're going to say you sneaked away.""Let them say it if they wish. I've got to get to Anacreon and I want to doit without trouble. Now that's enough, Lee."Hardin leaned back into the cushioned seat and shivered slightly. It wasn'tcold inside the well-heated car, but there was something frigid about asnow-covered world, even through glass, that annoyed him.
He said, reflectively, "Some day when we get around to it we ought toweather-condition Terminus. It could be done.""I," replied Lee, "would like to see a few other things done first. Forinstance, what about weather-conditioning Sermak? A nice, dry cell fittedfor twenty-five centigrade all year round would be just fight.""And then I'd really need bodyguards," said Hardin, "and not just thosetwo," He indicated two of Lee's bully-boys sitting up front with thedriver, hard eyes on the empty streets, ready hands at their atom blasts .
"Look at that!" he cried, tossing a cold, snow-speckled newspaper onto thetable. "The visicasters are full of it, too."The newspaper was unfolded and five heads bent over it.
Sermak said, in a hushed voice, "Great Space, he going to Anacreon! Goingto Anacreon!""It is treason," squeaked Tarki, in sudden excitement. "Il be damned ifWalto is right. Hesold us out and now he going there to collect hiswage."Sermak had risen. " to ask the Counciltomorrow that Hardin be impeached. And if that fails?The snow had ceased, but it caked the ground deeply now and the sleekground car advanced through the deserted streets with lumbering effort. Themurky gray light of incipient dawn was cold not only in the poetical sensebut also in a very literal way ?and even in the then turbulent state ofthe Foundation's politics, no one, whether Actionist or pro-Hardin foundhis spirits sufficiently ardent to begin street activity that early .
Yohan Lee did not like that and his grumblings grew audible. "It's going tolook bad, Hardin. They're going to say you sneaked away.""Let them say it if they wish. I've got to get to Anacreon and I want to doit without trouble. Now that's enough, Lee."Hardin leaned back into the cushioned seat and shivered slightly. It wasn'tcold inside the well-heated car, but there was something frigid about asnow-covered world, even through glass, that annoyed him.
He said, reflectively, "Some day when we get around to it we ought toweather-condition Terminus. It could be done.""I," replied Lee, "would like to see a few other things done first. Forinstance, what about weather-conditioning Sermak? A nice, dry cell fittedfor twenty-five centigrade all year round would be just fight.""And then I'd really need bodyguards," said Hardin, "and not just thosetwo," He indicated two of Lee's bully-boys sitting up front with thedriver, hard eyes on the empty streets, ready hands at their atom blasts .
