 Why was the moon-town comically referred to as paradise by the priest?
EVERYTHING IT HAD WAS IN THE GARDEN BY R. A. LAFFERTY [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, March 1961. Not only would there be life traces on that little moon, but it would be a lively place. Naturally they did not get results at once, nor did they expect to; it required a fine adjustment. But they were disappointed that they found nothing for several hours as they hovered high over the rotation. As though there were but one city, if that is its form. There was one more test to run, one very tricky and difficult of analysis, that with the Extraordinary Perception Locator. But this might be so varied or so unfamiliar that often both the machine and the designer of it were puzzled as to how to read the results. It was for this reason that Glaser used that model no more, but built others more amenable. And it was for this reason also that the owners of Little Probe had acquired the original machine so cheaply. And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read Positive on a number of crack-pots, including Waxey Sax, a jazz tootler who could not even read music. But it had also read Positive on ninety per cent of the acknowledged superior minds of the Earth. In space it had been a sound guide to the unusual intelligences encountered. Yet on Suzuki-Mi it had read Positive on a two-inch-long worm, only one of them out of billions. He then narrowed to a smaller area (apparently one individual, though this could not be certain) and got very definite action. Finally it signaled the result, the most exasperating result it ever produces: the single orange light. They called it the "You tell me light." So among the intelligences there was at least one that might be extraordinary, though possibly in a crackpot way. If we find no others then we will go down boldly and visit this." So they all, except Steiner, went off to their bunks then: Stark, the Captain; Gregory Gilbert, the executive officer; Wolfgang Langweilig, the engineer; Casper Craig, super-cargo, tycoon and 51% owner of the Little Probe, and F. R. Briton, S.J., a Jesuit priest who was linguist and checker champion of the craft. Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn.
 The woman did not speak the entire time they were there.
 The woman did not speak the entire time they were there.  There was only one man, so less competition for the attention of the woman.  The unlimited supply of fresh fruit was perfect for weight loss.  There were less occupants, so less idiots to deal with.