 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. "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. That's an industrial world of the poor but honest variety." "Our function is merely to bring them together. The wine crop is just about ready. In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own. We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms. "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous. 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. Lots of metals in our soil and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long. Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. "Our wine crop is our big money crop," he said. Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings. Arapoulous pulled the wire retainer loose, thumbed the cork.
 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.