 What can you infer about the industry in Arapoulous' homeland?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, September 1962. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "I don't appreciate frivolity with reference to this Division," Magnan said testily. "When I first came here, the Manpower Utilization Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education was a shambles. "The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades. Now, perhaps, we shall see them breaking that precedent and entering into the cultural life of the Galaxy." "Breaking and entering," Retief said. But I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land. That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety." "Academic details are the affair of the students and their professors," Magnan said. "Our function is merely to bring them together. I'll leave him to you, Retief," Magnan said. A tall broad man with bronze skin and gray hair, wearing tight trousers of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket, stepped into the room. "That's nice knuckle work, mister," the stranger said, massaging his hand. "You work for this Culture bunch, do you? I'm Hank Arapoulous. The wine crop is just about ready. Now I don't know if you're familiar with the Bacchus vines we grow...?" In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own. Apples the size of a melon—and sweet—" "Sounds very pleasant," Retief said. We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms. "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous. We've got long seasons back home. Cold as hell in winter; eccentric orbit, you know. Blue-black sky, stars visible all day. Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. Our furniture—" "I've seen some of your furniture," Retief said. "All local timbers too. Lots of metals in our soil and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you. The theatres are set up on the sand, or anchored off-shore. You have the music and the surf and the bonfires and stars—we're close to the center of a globular cluster, you know...."
 It is an agricultural industry, deriving its profit from the land.
 It is an agricultural industry, deriving its profit from the land.  It is a small industry, deriving just enough profit for everyone to sustain themselves.  It is a highly advanced industry, deriving its profit from mechanization.  It is a technological industry, deriving its profit from intelligence.