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But Ptaclusp was more worried about his son.
'Do you know what's wrong with him?' he said.disapproved of for, er, various reasons. And lots of other people. But everyone apart from them. It's a very enlightened civilisation.' Ptraci gave this some consideration. 'And that's a mocracy, is it?' 'They invented it in Ephebe, you know,' said Teppic, feeling obscurely that he ought to defend it. 'I bet they had trouble exporting it,' said Ptraci firmly. The sun wasn't just a ball of flaming dung pushed across the sky by a giant beetle. It was also a boat. It depended on how you looked at it.