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It's standard anthropological practice," said Miro. "You're so busy pretending to believe them, there isn't a chance in the world you could learn anything fromthem." For a moment they lagged behind, so that he actually entered the forest alone. Then they ran to catch up withhim. "We've devoted our lives to learning about them!" Miro said. Ender stopped. burberry clothing sale "Not from them." They were just inside the trees; the spotty light through the leaves made theirfaces unreadable. But he knew what their faces would tell him. Annoyance, resentment, contempt how dare thisunqualified stranger question their professional attitude? This is how: "You're cultural supremacists to the core.You'll perform your Questionable Activities to help out the poor little piggies, but there isn't a chance in theworld you'll notice when they have something to teach you." "Like what!" demanded Ouanda. cheap moncler for sale "Like how to murder their greatest benefactor, torture him to death after hesaved the lives of dozens of their wives and children?" "So why do you tolerate it? Why are you here helping them after what they did?" Miro slipped in between Ouanda and Ender. Protecting her, thought Ender; or else keeping her from revealingher weaknesses. "We're professionals. We understand that cultural differences, which we can't explain" "You understand that the piggies are animals, and you no more condemn them for murdering Libo and Pipothan you would condemn a cabra for chewing up capim." "That's right," said Miro. Ender smiled. hackett quilted jacket "And that's why you'll never learn anything from them. Because you think of them as animals." "We think of them as ramen!" said Ouanda, pushing in front of Miro. Obviously she was not interested in beingprotected. "You treat them as if they were not responsible for their own actions," said Ender. "Ramen are responsible forwhat they do.

Nothing about thekinds of animals in the forest, no information exchange at all. We don't tell them anything, and if they send usdata we erase the files unread. It's like she built this wall around us that nothing could get through. Nothing getsin, nothing goes out." "Maybe she has reasons." "Of course she has reasons. woolrich mens jackets Crazy people always have reasons. For one thing, she hated Libo. Hated him. Shewouldn't let Miro talk about him, wouldn't let us play with his children China and I were best friends for yearsand she wouldn't let me bring her home or go to her house after school. And when Miro apprenticed to him, shedidn't speak to him or set his place at the table for a year." She could see that the Speaker doubted her, thought she was exaggerating. burberry golf bag "I mean one year. The day he went to the Zenador's Station for the first time as Libo's apprentice, he camehome and she didn't speak to him, not a word, and when he sat down to dinner she removed the plate from infront of his face, just cleaned up his silverware as if he weren't there. He sat there through the entire meal, justlooking at her. Until Father got angry at him for being rude and told him to leave the room." "What did he do, move out?" "No. You don't know Miro!" Ela laughed bitterly. cheap burberry shirts for men "He doesn't fight, but he doesn't give up, either. He neveranswered Father's abuse, never. In all my life I don't remember hearing him answer anger with anger. AndMother well, he came home every night from the Zenador's Station and sat down where a plate was set, andevery night Mother took up his plate and silverware, and he sat there till Father made him leave. Of course,within a week Father was yelling at him to get out as soon as Mother reached for his plate. Father loved it, thebastard, he thought it was great, he hated Miro so much, and finally Mother was on his side against Miro.

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But she said no." "It's as if she were saying, I don't deserve to marry the man who could make me happy. I'll marry the manwho'll be vicious and brutal, who'll give me the punishment that I deserve." The Ceifeiro sighed. "Her desire forselfpunishment kept them apart forever." He reached out and touched his wife's hand. north face backpack Ender waited for Jane to make a smirking comment about how there were six children to prove that Libo andNovinha didn't stay completely apart. When she didn't say it, Ender finally remembered that he had turned off theinterface. But now, with the Ceifeiro and the Aradora watching him, he couldn't very well turn it back on. Because he knew that Libo and Novinha had been lovers for years, he also knew that the Ceifeiro and theAradora were wrong. Oh, Novinha might well feel guilty that would explain why she endured Marcos, why shecut herself off from most other people. But it wasn't why she didn't marry Libo; no matter how guilty she felt,she certainly thought she deserved the pleasures of Libo's bed. discount moncler coats It was marriage with Libo, not Libo himself that she rejected. And that was not an easy choice in so small acolony, especially a Catholic one. So what was it that came along with marriage, but not with adultery? Whatwas it she was avoiding? "So you see, it's still a mystery to us. If you really intend to speak Marcos Ribeira's death, somehow you'll haveto answer that question why did she marry him? And to answer that, you have to figure out why Pipo died. Andten thousand of the finest minds in the Hundred Worlds have been working on that for more than twenty years." "But I have an advantage over all those finest minds," said Ender. cheap burberry shirts "And what is that?" asked the Ceifeiro. "I have the help of people who love Novinha." "We haven't been able to help ourselves," said the Aradora. "We haven't been able to help her, either." "Maybe we can help each other," said Ender. The Ceifeiro looked at him, put a hand on his shoulder.

Miro closed his eyes. So much for the Zenadors' longstanding policy of never using metal tools in front of thepiggies. Obviously, the piggies had observers of their own, watching humans at work from some vantage pointnear the fence. "What do you need metal for?" he asked quietly. "When the shuttle came down with the Speaker for the Dead, it gave off a terrible heat, hotter than any fire wecan make. And yet the shuttle didn't burn, and it didn't melt. burberry shirts men " "That wasn't the metal, it was a heatabsorbent plastic shield. " "Perhaps that helps, but metal is in the heart of that machine. In all your machines, wherever you use fire andheat to make things move, there is metal. We will never be able to make fires like yours until we have metal ofour own. " "I can't," said Miro. "Do you tell us that we are condemned always to be varelse, and never ramen?" I wish, Ouanda, that you had not explained Demosthenes' Hierarchy of Exclusion to them. burberry rain jacket "You are notcondemned to anything. What we have given you so far, we have made out of things that grow in your naturalworld, like cabras. Even that, if we were discovered, would cause us to be exiled from this world, forbidden everto see you again." "The metal you humans use also comes out of our natural world. We've seen your miners digging it out of theground far to the south of here." Miro stored that bit of information for future reference. discount north face jackets women There was no vantage point outside the fence where themines would be visible. Therefore the piggies must be crossing the fence somehow and observing humans fromwithin the enclave. "It comes out of the ground, but only in certain places, which I don't know how to find. Andeven when they dig it up, it's mixed with other kinds of rock. They have to purify it and transform it in verydifficult processes. Every speck of metal dug out of the ground is accounted for.

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He started toward the lowmown grass of the main road. The little girl was whispering in hisear. He stopped and turned to Ender, who was following close behind. "Quara wants to know. What's your name?" "Andrew. Andrew Wiggin. light jackets for women " "She's Quara." "And you?" "Everybody calls me Olhado. Because of my eyes." He picked up the little girl and put her on his shoulders."But my real name's Lauro. Lauro Suleimdo Ribeira. woolrich arctic jacket " He grinned, then turned around and strode off. Ender followed. Ribeira. Of course. Jane had been listening, too, and spoke from the jewel in his ear. "Lauro Suleimdo Ribeira is Novinha's fourthchild. moncler mens jacket He lost his eyes in a laser accident. He's twelve years old. Oh, and I found one difference between theRibeira family and the rest of the town. The Ribeiras are willing to defy the Bishop and lead you where you wantto go." I noticed something, too, Jane, he answered silently. This boy enjoyed deceiving me, and then enjoyed evenmore letting me see how I'd been fooled.

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