“That’s a charming little group,” he said, pointing. Nowadays the Controllers won’t approve of any new game unless it can be shown that it requires at least as much apparatus as the most complicated of existing games.” He interrupted himself. “Strange,” mused the Director, as they turned away, “strange to think that even in Our Ford’s day most games were played without more apparatus than a ball or two and a few sticks and perhaps a bit of netting, imagine the folly of allowing people to play elaborate games which do nothing whatever to increase consumption. A ball thrown up so as to land on the platform at the top of the tower rolled down into the interior, fell on a rapidly revolving disk, was hurled through one or other of the numerous apertures pierced in the cylindrical casing, and had to be caught. Twenty children were grouped in a circle round a chrome steel tower. The Director and his students stood for a short time watching a game of Centrifugal Bumble-puppy. The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and helicopters. The roses were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the boskage, a cuckoo was just going out of tune among the lime trees. Naked in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred little boys and girls were running with shrill yells over the lawns, or playing ball games, or squatting silently in twos and threes among the flowering shrubs. (8.OUTSIDE, in the garden, it was playtime. The last of the boys had climbed down the ladder. From the red-lit kiva came the noise of singing. 'Go, go, go!' There was a shower of stones.

One of them bent down, took a stone, threw it. 'Go!' And as he still hovered on the fringes of the group, 'Go!' the men shouted again. 'Not for you, white-hair!' 'Not for the son of the she-dog,' said one of the other men.

This time the man struck him, pulled his hair. He broke free and dodged back into his place among the others. Suddenly, one of the men stepped forward, caught him by the arm, and pulled him out of the ranks. Already the leading boys had begun to climb down. Men were standing, dark, at the entrance to the kiva the ladder went down into the red lighted depths. The boys were all afraid and at the same time impatient. They would go down, boys, into the kiva and come out again, men. At the full moon, in the Antelope Kiva, secrets would be told, secrets would be done and borne.

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