"It's not the same thing. You've seen the gobbler-fleece from Morpheus IX. It's no better than wool. Only here in New Katanga...."
"Utopia," his guide corrected.
"Only here is their fleece as tough as iron—"
"And soft to the touch as watered silk." His guide sighed deeply; truly, there was nothing like gobbler-fleece.
"Your planet's prosperity is possible, however, only at the expense of Federation worlds that can't raise gobblers."
"True," his guide agreed wanly.
"If New Katanga would reveal to the Federation the secret of the gobbler-fleece—the special process you have developed here, I assure you...."
"On your right," his guide pointed out, "you will observe our new Civic Auditorium, renowned throughout the galaxy for the classic beauty of its proportions...."
"I assure you that I would not be so apt to suspect the motive of your utopian pretensions."
"Each panel of the glass wall is in the ratio 2:3. The sculpture in the center of the fountain was executed at enormous expense by Berndt Thorwald, the Terran—who was since naturalized. It is an allegory of Peace, Prosperity, and Freedom."