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           AndopeningadoorMr.Fosterledthewaydownastaircaseintothebasement. Thetemperaturewasstilltropical. Theydescendedintoathickeningtwilight. Twodoorsandapassagewithadoubleturninsuredthecellaragainstanypossibleinfiltrationoftheday. 

           "Embryosarelikephotographfilm,"saidMr.Fosterwaggishly,ashepushedopentheseconddoor. "Theycanonlystandredlight." 

           Andineffectthesultrydarknessintowhichthestudentsnowfollowedhimwasvisibleandcrimson,likethedarknessofclosedeyesonasummer’safternoon. Thebulgingflanksofrowonrecedingrowandtierabovetierofbottlesglintedwithinnumerablerubies,andamongtherubiesmovedthedimredspectresofmenandwomenwithpurpleeyesandallthesymptomsoflupus. Thehumandrattleofmachineryfaintlystirredtheair. 

           "Givethemafewfigures,Mr.Foster,"saidtheDirector,whowastiredoftalking. 

           Mr.Fosterwasonlytoohappytogivethemafewfigures. 

           Twohundredandtwentymetreslong,twohundredwide,tenhigh. Hepointedupwards. Likechickensdrinking,thestudentsliftedtheireyestowardsthedistantceiling. 

           Threetiersofracks: groundfloorlevel,firstgallery,secondgallery. 

           Thespiderysteel-workofgalleryabovegalleryfadedawayinalldirectionsintothedark. Nearthemthreeredghostswerebusilyunloadingdemijohnsfromamovingstaircase. 

           TheescalatorfromtheSocialPredestinationRoom.