His guide nodded appreciatively at the visitor's girth. "You will find, as you grow accustomed to plenty, that even moderation has its pleasures. But I will not make sermons. Have you enjoyed the weather?"
"Just the right amount of zip. Your engineers are geniuses."
"Our schools and hospitals, our roads and public buildings?"
"In all those things, you are the paragon of the galaxy. And the private homes that I have seen are models of restrained munificence."
"They were selected at random."
"Of course, I knew long before my visit that your artists and scientists...."
"Virtually the whole population," his guide put in.
"—are without peer."
"And yet you deny us the title of Utopia?"
"Utopia? Never!" the visitor said adamantly. "There's always a worm in the rose. I just have not found it yet, but it's there. Injustice is a part of human nature."