 Given Arapoulous' description of his homeland, what can you conclude about it?
"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. "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. 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. "It's Bacchus wine, that's all. "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine. 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 conditions allow for successful crop growing.
 The conditions allow for successful crop growing.  The conditions there are inhospitable.  Arapoulous' homeland has unpredictable seasons.  There are few people living back on the land which Arapoulous comes from.