“Exactly how,” she said, eventually, “does one go about knocking over the houses of people one does not like?” “Urban clearance,” said the Fool. “I was thinking of burning them down.” “Hygienic urban clearance,” the Fool added promptly. “And sowing the ground with salt.” “Marry, I suspect that is hygienic urban clearance and a program of environmental improvements. It might be a good idea to plant a few trees as well.” “No more trees!” shouted Felmet. “Oh, it’s all right. They won’t survive. The important thing is to have planted them.”
