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264 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 1955
Most of Seakirk’s inhabitants were indifferent to the spectacle of corruption in high places and low, the gambling, the gang wars, the teen-age drinking. They were used to the sight of their roads crumbling, their ancient water mains bursting, their power plants breaking down, their decrepit old buildings falling apart, while the bosses built bigger homes, longer swimming pools and warmer stables. People were used to it.
“I heard that there has been no war of any sort on Tranai for four hundred years.”
“Six hundred,” Melith corrected. “And none in sight.”
“Someone told me that there is no crime on Tranai.”
“None whatsoever.”
“And therefore no police force or courts, no judges, sheriffs, marshals, executioners, truant officers or government investigators. No prisons, reformatories or other places of detention.”
“We have no need of them,” Melith explained, “since we have no crime.”
“I have heard,” said Goodman, “that there is no poverty on Tranai.”
“None that I ever heard of,” Melith said cheerfully. “Are you sure you won’t have a cigar?”
No creature without tentacles had ever developed true intelligence. That was Etlib's Law, and it had never been disputed.