He ran his eyes down the list of towns, inserted another sheet of paper.
"To the Chamber of Commerce...."
He stopped typing.
He sat before the typewriter imagining the number of directories, imagining the staggering total of individual names.
He thought of the Advanceship and its baffling array of machines that would automatically scan the directories and print a mailing label for each of the names. He thought of the vast number of parcels waiting to be labeled, as many as fuel requirements permitted the Ship to carry. And of the even vaster number that the synthesizer was adding out of the native resources. The smooth efficiency of the Advanceship, the split second timing of the whole operation.... And all of it auxiliary timing to the main effort. Even with superior weapons, even with complete surprise, the Knougs were taking no chances. The job of the Advanceship, the job of Parr, was to demoralize the whole planet just before the invasion. To insure an already certain victory.
He turned back to the typewriter, wrote a few more words.
There was still the awareness of the enemy Oholo in the back of his mind.
He split the list of cities into six equal groups for box numbering.
Several hours later another tenant complained about the noise of the typewriter. Parr gave the clerk fifty dollars and continued to type.