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This was the only thing which moved, for the lips of the oldest did not move as they said: "Street Sweeper." THIS WAS THE ONLY THING WHICH MOVED FOR THE LIPS OF THE OLDEST DID NOT MOVE AS THEY SAID STREET SWEEPER
 in the City, for it has three stories. And there they study for many years, so that they may become candidates and be elected to the City Council and the State Council and the World Council—by a free and general vote of all men. But we wished not to be a Leader, even though it is a great honor. We wished to be a Scholar. So we awaited our turn in the great hall and then we heard the Council of Vocations call our name: “Equality 7-2521.” We walked to the dais, and our legs did not tremble, and we looked up at the Council. There were five members of the Council, three of the male gender and two of the female. Their hair was white and their faces were cracked as the clay of a dry river bed. They were old. They seemed older than the marble of the Temple of the World Council. They sat before us and they did not move. And we saw no breath to stir the folds of their white togas. But we knew that they were alive, for a finger of the hand of the oldest rose, pointed to us, and fell down again. GREATEST HOUSE IN THE CITY FOR IT HAS THREE STORIES AND THERE THEY STUDY FOR MANY YEARS SO THAT THEY MAY BECOME CANDIDATES AND BE ELECTED TO THE CITY COUNCIL AND THE STATE COUNCIL AND THE WORLD COUNCIL BY A FREE AND GENERAL VOTE OF ALL MEN BUT WE WISH NOT TO BE A LEADER EVEN THOUGH IT IS A GREAT HONOR WE WISH TO BE A SCHOLAR SO WE AWAITED OUR TURN IN THE GREAT HALL AND THEN WE HEARD THE COUNCIL OF VOCATIONS CALL OUR NAME EQUALITY SEVEN TWO FIVE TO ONE WE WALKED TO THE DAIS AND OUR LEGS DID NOT TREMBLE AND WE LOOKED UP AT THE COUNCIL THERE WERE FIVE MEMBERS OF THE COUNCIL THREE OF THE MALE GENDER AND TWO OF THE FEMALE THEIR HAIR WAS WHITE AND THEIR FACES WERE CRACKED AS THE CLAY OF A DRY RIVER BED THEY WERE OLD THEY SEEMED OLDER THAN THE MARBLE OF THE TEMPLE OF THE WORLD COUNCIL THEY SAT BEFORE US AND THEY DID NOT MOVE AND WE SAW NO BREATH TO STIR THE FOLDS OF THEIR WHITE TOGAS BUT WE KNEW THAT THEY WERE ALIVE FOR A FINGER OF THE HAND OF THE OLDEST ROSE POINTED TO US AND FELL DOWN AGAIN
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