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however, from my interested surprise and remembered why we were there.
" `A laboratory?' I questioned. `We were going to see a laboratory, I thought' He nodded affirmatively and strode on to a third court. Here the population seemed to be older and were not moving about. They were ranged in rows and, here again, the greater part of them were the penguin, or the seal type, though there were occasional examples of other species. But it was the sound, not the sight, that arrested one. They were producing the strangest music I've ever heard. They were-I suppose you'd have to call itsinging. One could pick out a deep whistling, a curious ululation and even odder fluting sounds. The only human music I can at all liken it to is that wonderful thing which Brahms composed toward the end of his life. Do you remember it? It was written, I believe, for the greatest clarinet player of the day.
" Well, when those penguin creatures put up their beaks and let the air flute and bubble from their raised necks, you would hear the strange, desolate, but exultant music which in that clarinet piece always seems to me like the cryy half of triumph half of anguish, that some bird creature, aware of the whole longing of life, might utter. And beside them broke out that baying chorus of the seal creatures. I listened, half-stunned, half-fascinated, till I heard my own tongue quacking in my ear. Yes, this was the laboratory. I looked around, my face expressing what my voice couldn't express in that tide of sound-complete bewilderment. He waved me out, and we went through a door in the farther wall, out

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