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and everybody was finally equal. They weren’t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General. Some things about living still weren’t quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron’s fourteenyear-old son, Harrison, away. It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn’t think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn’t think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. 20 81 TH EY EA R WA S It tr was a se nsm tun c i wo ond tte ed t u s r o to ld or . E a s fr kee end so, very gove om p rn o t t th p ei tak eop ut s he t went ment r i le om ra y br ng ns li e Ge ai u o ns nfa ke shar mitt te rge . i G p e r e l ad org noi r on evi and va e se si H H nt fo az on az ag r e e th got l's . Th el w of ey te er e c r we n f hee e w e w re or ks er at , e c ab t bu te hi ou he t. mo t s ars ng me he nt 'd wh at On the television screen were ballerinas. A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm. "That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel. "Huh" said George. "That dance-it was nice," said Hazel. "Yup," said George.