"I ... I...."
"Then you must favor it."
"I don't know anything about any...."
"Now, then, Mr. Craig," interrupted the head of the group. "The Import service report shows that you passed your tests aboard your ship. You were enabled to accomplish this through night study."
"Yes."
"Yet you maintain in your application that you had considered the space service a career."
"I changed my mind."
"Oh. You changed your mind. I see...."
"What do you do if they turn you down on your food ration?" Craig asked the man by his side on the bench. He had intended it as a vaguely humorous question.