"I suspect a good number of Foreigners are from an era in which they don't see the point," Anton observed, looking down -- way down -- back. It was rather like looking at Ghastly's mother again. "And a good number of the others are both young and modern, from an age when shortages are something that happens to someone else."

He undid the buttons on his sleeve and rolled it up. "I can't say how much help mine will be, but you may have some, if you wish."