The dormitory looked durable, grimy, and mournful it had no gardens, no children plainly nobody lived there or was even meant to stay there long. On the field there were a couple of large gantry cranes, a rocket pad, three warehouses, a truck garage, and a dormitory. Looked at from one side, the wall enclosed a barren sixty-acre field called the Port of Anarres. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on. Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it degenerated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. An adult could look right over it, and even a child could climb it. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared.
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