am sorry twice that I wasted food. Then a necessity was. Or so I grokked.” “Eh? What food?” Jill said hastily, “He’s talking about those men, Jubal. Berquist and the man with him.” “Oh, yes.” Harshaw reflected that he retained unMartian notions of food. “Mike, don’t worry about wasting that ‘food.’ I doubt if a meat inspector would have passed them.
