“You really are a pig,” she decided coldly. “You’ve got your snout in the trough here too,” he reminded her. - Lester del Rey

A single tiny cell had decided the fate of a population pressed so close to the ultimate limit of the planet’s resources that there was no margin for error. Facing such risks, how could any sane and responsible ruling group dare to demand still more mouths to cry for food? It was a shabby, horrible way to run a world.

He was sure there must be some catch. Every principle here had an opposite, and both were wrong.

“How can you prove God’s on your side?” Boyd asked.