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192 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1971
"Second Secretary Retief of the Terran Embassy emerged from his hotel into a bunting-draped street crowded with locals: bustling furry folk with upraised bushy tails, like oversize chipmunks, ranging in height from a foot to a yard."
Magnan emitted a shrill cry and attempted to climb the wall. "Retief! What's happening?"
"No, no, Mr. Magnan," Retief said. "Your line is, 'Ah, just as I planned.' That's the way reputations for forethought are built."
"Clawhammer's pink features deepened to a dull magenta which clashed sharply with his lime-green early-late-mid-afternoon hemi-demi-informal seersucker dickey suit."
"Gentlemen!" Magnan cried. "We Terrans would only remain on Yudore until such time as the aborigines had been properly educated in modern commercial methods and sexual hygiene, after which we'd withdraw in favor of local self-determination!"General foolishness with some satire. Far from perfect, but still very entertaining. Long may the Terran Concordiat defy the implacable Groaci!
"First to pervert, then to abandon!" Slith hissed. "Bold threats, Soft Ones! But I defy you! General Okkyokk! I propose a truce, whilst we band together to confront the common enemy!"