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No,” he said, “look, it’s very, very simple … all I want … is a cup of tea. You are going to make one for me. Keep quiet and listen.” And he sat. He told the Nutri-Matic about India, he told it about China, he told it about Ceylon. He told it about broad leaves drying in the sun. He told it about silver teapots. He told it about summer afternoons on the lawn. He told it about putting in the milk before the tea so it wouldn’t get scalded. He even told it (briefly) about the history of the East India Company.”So that’s it, is it?” said the Nutri-Matic when he had finished. “Yes,” said Arthur, “that is what I want.””You want the taste of dried leaves in boiled water?””Er, yes. With milk.””Squirted out of a cow?””Well, in a manner of speaking I suppose …
