SLADE: I'm--sorry. Wasn't expecting it, that's all. Let me get used to the idea a little. SPEARMAN: You can consider me neutral, Captain Slade. I have no place on Lucifer. One more utopia. Idealism running contrary to obvious facts. It will break up--fine-spun intellectual quarrels--no central control. PAUL: Until, sometime, a strong man takes over and makes an empire out of it...? WRIGHT: Please-- SPEARMAN: No comment.... STERN: If I might differ with you, Mr. Spearman, it seems to me--after being shown over this lovely island--the domesticated cattle and those wonderful white beasts--the plantations and the houses--the perfect English and adult thinking of our new friends--above all, the school--it seems to me that Dr. Wright and his colleagues are realists of the first water. Of course I'm strongly prejudiced in their favor, because--well, during the twelve years of our journey I dreamed constantly of some such achievement as this myself. So it's like coming home. I'm a doctor, Mr. Spearman; before I was chosen for the journey, I ran a clinic. As an intern, I had a lot of ambulance and emergency service at one of the big hospitals in Melbourne; I saw a superabundance of--let's call them obvious facts. Now I think the sunny quiet here, the good health and intelligence of the children, the gardens, the devotion of these people to each other and to their work, the searching thought they've given to their laws and their future--I fancy those are obvious facts too...? WRIGHT: Man is neither good nor bad, but both. But he can swing the balance. STERN: Too right. I think I understand you, Doctor--why you want to stay here. I think I understand it very well. SLADE: I wouldn't urge you. It's only that I--took something else for granted. Foolishly. Let me be just a listener. ELIS: And let me fill your cup. You're behind us, Captain. MINIAAN: The big jug is empty. How'd'at happen? MUSON: Portrait of a fat woman going away with another big jug. PAUL: Bless you, lady. MUSON: It was you that finished emptying it. I think. NISANA: Couldn't have been me.... STERN: Are there any important physiological differences? WRIGHT: Nothing of first importance. Minor differences in blood chemistry, shape of hands and feet. Our friends have the hind brain in the spinal column, which may be the reason for their better muscular co-ordination and--you know, Doctor, I have often wished that the human race of Earth, which we call Charin, had more room in its head for the expansion of the frontal lobes. ELIS: I have a very high opinion of your frontal lobes, Christopher Wright. I have noticed that sometimes a large skull merely rattles. STERN: Just the same the point is well taken.