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When Shevefc woke； having slept straight through his first morning on Urras； his nose was stuffy； his throat was sore； and he coughed a lot He thought he had a cold — even Odonian hygiene had not outwitted the mon cold — but the doctor who was waiting to check him over； a dignified； elderly man； said it was more likely a massive hayfever； an allergic reaction to the foreign dusts and pollens of Urras。 He issued pills and a shot； which Shevek accepted patiently； and a tray of lunch； which Shevek accepted hungrily。 The doctor asked him to stay in his apartment； and left him。 As soon as he had finished eating； he menced his exploration of Urraa； room by room。
The bed； a massive bed on four legs； with a mattress far softer than that of the bunk on the Mindful； and plex bedclothes； some silky and some warm and thick； and a lot of pillows like cumulus clouds； had a room all to itself。 The floor was covered with springy carpeting： there was a chest of drawers of beautifully carved and polished wood； and a closet big enough to hold the clothing of a tenman dormitory。 Then there was the great mon room with the fireplace； which he had seen last night； and a third room； which contained a bathtub； a washstand； and an elaborate shitstool。 This room was evidently for his sole use； as it opened off the bedroom； and contained only one of each kind of fixture； though
each was of a sensuous luxury that far surpassed mere eroticism and partook； in Shevek's view； of a kind of ultimate apotheosis of the excremental。 He spent nearly an hour in this third room； employing all the fixtures in turn； and getting very clean in the process。 The deployment of water was wonderful。 Faucets stayed on till turned off； the bathtub must hold sixty liters； and the stool used at least five liters in flushing。 This was really not surprising。 The surface of Urras was fivesixths water。 Even its deserts were deserts of ice； at the poles。 No need to economize； no drought。。。 But what became of the shit？ He brooded over this； kneeling by the stool after investigating its mechanism。 They must filter it out of the water at a manure plant There were seaside munities on Anarres that used such a system for reclamation。 He intended to ask about this； but never got around to it。 There were many questions he never did ask on Urras。
Despite his stuffy head he felt well； and restless。 The rooms were so warm that he put off getting dressed； and stalked about them naked。 He went to the windows of the big room and stood looking out。 The room was high。 He was startled at first and drew back； unused to being in a building of more than one story。 It was like looking down from a dirigible； one felt detached from the ground； dominant； uninvolved。 The windows looked right over a grove of trees to a white building with a graceful square
tower。 Beyond this building the land fell away to a broad valley。 All of it was fanned； for the innumerable patches of green that colored it were rectangular。 Even where the green faded into blue distance； the dark lines of lanes； hedgerows； or trees could still be made out； a work as fine as the nervous system of a living body。 At last hills rose up bordering the valley； blue fold behind blue fold； soft and dark under the even。 pale grey of the sky。
It was the most beautiful view Shevek had ever seen。 The tenderness and vitality of the colors； the mixture of rectilinear human design and powerful； proliferate natural contours； the variety and harmony of the elements； gave an impression of plex wholeness such as he had never seen； except perhaps； foreshadowed on a small scale in certain serene and thoughtful human faces。
pared to this； every scene Anarres could offer； even the Plain of Abbenay and the ges of the Ne Theras； was meager： barren； arid； and inchoate。 The deserts of Southwest had a vast beauty； but it was hostile； and timeless。 Even where men farmed Anarres most closely； their landscape was like a crude sketch in yellow chalk pared with this fulfilled magnificence of life； rich in the sense of history and of seasons to e； inexhaustible。
This is what a world is supposed to look like； Shevek thought。
And somewhere； out in that blue and green splendor； something was singing： a small voice； high up； starting and ceasing； incredibly sweet。 What was it？ A little； sweet wild voice； a music in midair。
He listened； and his breath caught in his throat。
There was a knock at the door。 Turning naked and wondering from the window。 Shevek said； 〃e int〃
A man entered； carrying packages。 He stopped just inside the door。 Shevek crossed the room； saying his own name； Anarrestistyle； and； Urrasdstyle； holding out his band。
The man； who was fifty or so； with a lined； worn face； said something Shevek did not understand a word of； and did not shake hands。 Perhaps he was prevented by the packages； but he made no effort to shift them and free his hand。 His face was extremely grave。 It was possible that he was embarrassed。
Shevek； who thought he had at least mastered Urrasti customs of greeting； was nonplused。 〃e on in；〃 he repeated； and then added； since the Urrasti were forever using titles and honorifics； 〃sir！〃
The man went off into another unintelligible speech； sidling meantime towards the bedroom。 Shevek caught several words of lotic this time； but could make no sense of the rest。 He let the fellow go； since he seemed to want to get to the bedroom。 Perhaps he was a roommate？ But there was only one bed。 Shevek gave him up and went back to the window； and the man scuttled on into the bedroom and thumped around in it for a few minutes。 Just as Shevek had decided that he was a night worker who used the bedroom days； an arrangement sometimes made in temporarily overcrowded domiciles； he came out again。 He said something — 〃There you are； sir；〃 perhaps？ — and ducked his head in a curious fashion； as if he thought that Shevek； five meters away； was about to hit him in the face。 He left； Shevek stood by the windows； slowly realizing that he had for the first time in his life been bowed to。
He went into the bedroom and discovered that the bed had been made。
Slowly； thoughtfully； he got dressed。 He was putting on his shoes when the next knock came。
A group entered； in a different manner； in a normal manner； it seemed to Shevek； as if they had a right to be there； or anywhere they chose to be。 The man with the packages had been hesitant； he had almost slunk in。 And yet his face； and his hands； and his clothing； had e closer to Sbcvek's notion of a normal human being's appearance than did those of the new visitors。 The slinking man had behaved strangely； but he had looked like an Anarresti。 These four behaved like Anarresti； but looked； with their shaven faces and geous clothes； like creatures of an alien species。
Shevek managed to recognize one of them as Pae； and the others as men who had been with him an last evening。 He explained that he bad not caught their names； and they reintroduced themselves； smiling： Dr。 Chifooisk； Dr。 Oiie； and Dr。 Atro。
〃Oh； by damn！〃 Shevek said。 〃Aren't I am glad to meet you！〃 He put his hands on the old man's shoulders and kissed his cheek； before thinking that this brotherly greeting； mon enough on Anarres； might not be acceptable here。
Atro； however； embraced him heartily in return； and looked up into his face with filmy grey eyes。 Shevek
realized that he was nearly blind。 〃My dear Shevek；〃 he said； 〃wele to — wele to Urras — wele
home！〃
〃So many years we have written letters； destroyed each other's theories！〃
〃You were always the better destroyer。 Here； lold on。 I've got something for you。〃 The old man felt about in his pockets。 Under his velvet university gown he wore a Jacket； under that a vest； under that a shirt； and probably another layer under that。 All of these garments； and his trousers； contained pockets。 Shevek watched quite fascinated as Atro went through six or seven pockets； all containing belongings； before he came up with a small cube of yellow metal mounted on a bit of polished wood。 〃There；〃 he said。 peering at it 〃Your award。 The Seo Oen prize； you know。 The cash is in your account Here。 Nine years late； but better late than never。〃 His hands t
