"We have found a perfect, utterly peaceful world that has never known privation."
"So?"
"Remember what I said about civilization being a disease?"
"Oh, so that's it! Well, they don't seem to object to the contamination."
"How could they? We're wonder gods, and our gadgets are magic toys. What do they know about the rest of it? In forty or fifty years the colony ships will arrive here and set up shop. There'll be scientific development, mass production, regimentation. Just consider the implications of bringing an alarm clock to this world!"
"That's pretty good "squeezing" they make out of those roots, but don't let it make you morbid, old boy!"
"Within two generations those rugged brutes will be helping us build factories here. They'll be wearing work clothes and numbers. Our society is necessarily collective because of past history and possible future dangers of aggression among ourselves. What do these people need collective security for?—and mass production—only to feed us as we come in among them and spawn more millions who will soon make it necessary to expand again and find another world like this to spoil!"
"Frank, you're going off your rockers. Oh! Oh! Here's something to take your mind off of social philosophy. Look at this!"
"What cooks? Looks like a delegation of all the best looking women in the tribe. Guess they're going to dance for us or something."
"There's Dark Eyes again. She's got you picked out already."