(Citizen Willis Ouerka, age 8, occupation student. A cheerful, black-haired, sun-tanned boy.)
"I'm sorry, Mr. Opinioner, my parents aren't home right now."
"That's perfectly all right, Willis. Do you mind if I ask you a question or two?"
"I don't mind. What's that you got under your jacket, Mister? It bulges."
"I'll ask the questions, Willis, if you don't mind.... Now, do you like school?"
"It's all right."
"What courses do you take?"
"Well, there's reading and writing and status appreciation, and courses in art, music, architecture, literature, ballet, and theater. The usual stuff."
"I see. That's in the open classes?"