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prompting, would have thought of drying the berries, husking them, roasting them, then grinding them and then infusing them in water?" Mr. Bamberley's voice was rising toward sermon pitch. All of a sudden, though, it dropped back to a normal level.
    "So calling this a 'chemical process' is misleading. What we really do is cook the stuff! But there's one major drawback in relying on cassava as a staple. I may have mentioned…?"
    "Shortage of protein," Hugh said, thinking of himself as one of those question-and-answer toys they give children, with little lights which come on when the proper button is pressed.
    "Right in one!" Mr. Bamberley beamed. "Which is why I compare our job to making cheese. Here"-flinging open the door to the next section of the plant, a vast twilit room where spidery metal girders supported shielded ultraviolet lamps-"we fortify the protein content of the mix. With absolutely natural substances: yeasts, and fungi with especially high nutritive value. If all goes well we turn as much as eight per cent of the cassava into protein, but even six per cent, the average yield, is a vast improvement."
    Walking ahead as he talked toward yet another section where the finished product was draped in huge skeins on drying-racks, like knitting-wool, then chopped into finger-sized lengths.
    "And you know something else extraordinary? Cassava's a tropical plant, of course. Yet it grows better here than under so-called 'natural'
    conditions. Do you know why?"
    Hugh shook his head.
    "Because we draw so much of our water supply from melted snow.
    That contains less heavy hydrogen-deuterium. A lot of plants simply can't cope with it."
    And now the packing room, where men and women in masks and coveralls tamped measured quantities into cardboard cartons lined with polyethylene, then loaded the cartons on to humming fork-lift trucks.
    Some of them waved on noticing Mr. Bamberley. He grinned almost from ear to ear as he waved back.
    Oh, God. Mine, that is-if any. Not Bamberley's cosy cheery paterfamilias kind, who is certainly tall and handsome and white-skinned behind his long gray beard. I mean, this guy paid for the clothes I'm wearing, the college I attend, the car I drive-even if it is only a sluggish electric. So I'd like to like him. If you can't like the people who are kind to you…
    And he makes it so difficult! Always this feeling, just when you think you're there, that something isn't right. Like he gives all the time to Earth Community Chest, and supplies this cheap food to Globe Relief, and out of eight adopted sons not one a crippled Vietnamese…
    Hollow. That's the word. Hollow.
    But not to start arguments and rows. Another question. "Where are the cases going that they're filling now?"
    "Noshri, I think," Mr. Bamberley said. The postwar aid program, you know. But I'll make sure."
    He shouted to a black woman who was stenciling destination names on empty cartons. She tilted the one she'd just finished so it could be read from the gallery.
    "Not to Africa!" Mr. Bamberley sounded surprised. "Then someone must have put in a lot of overtime-I'll find out who and make some commendations. They've already started on the new contract with Globe Relief."
    "Which one is that?"
    "Oh, for some village in Honduras where the coffee crop failed."
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    Gilt-tooled on yard-square panels of green leather-imitation, of course-the zodiacal signs looked down from the walls of the executive lunch-room. The air was full of the