 What can you infer about the industry in Arapoulous' homeland?
"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. "It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous. Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long. Arapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. 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 tastes like salted pecans, with an undercurrent of crusted port." "Don't try to describe it, Mr. Retief," Arapoulous said. "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine. They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did. Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could. There's prizes for the biggest day's output, bets on who can fill the most baskets in an hour.... The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy. Fresh-baked bread ... and wine, plenty of wine. The cooking's done by a different crew each night in each garden, and there's prizes for the best crews.
 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.