ANGELO Augustine was a local courier employed by the World Council. Every morning he rose, washed, dressed, kissed his wife, ate a small meal, said goodbye to his dependents, and joined the mad rush on the moving ways. For eight hours he worked at his job, which, despite the grandiose title, was little more than being a general messenger and glorified errand boy. Every evening he battled his way home, kissed his wife, ate another small meal and then spent the evening quietly watching television.
Sometimes he altered the routine in that, instead of watching television, he went to the nearby tri-di theatre, sometimes alone, but usually with his wife, Clarissa. At other times he amused himself by making tiny wooden models of sailing ships and, at others, he shut himself away in his study. At
