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Both Sonya Dorman and Tom Disch, as it happens, started out with an interest in the dance, then turned to poetry, and then to s-f. Mrs. Dorman is still better known for her poetry than for her rare (and I use the word with care) fiction. Dischs poetry has just begun to be noticed by his first novel, The Genocides(1965), stirred up a storm of controversy, and his next (Camp Concentration,serialised in New Worldsand forthcoming from Doubleday) is likely to renew it, violently, (Doubleday is also publishing a black humour' novel by Disch and Sladek: Black Alice.) Later that night, while the wind moved ceaselessly, sucking at the tent, they burrowed in sleeping bags, talking. Barely half a minute after he rose into the darkening air, dwarfed by an immense tower of storm-nimbus, Charles Van Eyck was spinning towards the ground, his glider toppled by the crazed air. He recovered fifty feet from the villa and climbed on the updraughts from the lake, well away from the spreading chest of the cloud. He soared in again. As Leonora and her guests watched from their seats, the glider was hurled back over their heads in an explosion of vapour, then fell towards the lake with a broken wing. War is a time for attack. But I did not rattle my sabre at the common enemy. I had a private skirmish. Be a fool not to. You lie, Mangon thought icily.You are simply so ignorant, your taste in music is so debased, that you are unable to recognise real genius when you see it. He looked at Alto with contempt, sorry for the man, with his absurd silent symphonies. He felt like shouting:I know what silence is! The voice of the Gioconda is a stream of gold, molten and pure, she will find it again as I found mine. However, something about Altos manner warned him to wait. She seemed frightened, like a puppy dog being scolded without knowing what it has done wrong. The icy evening wind blowing across the bay eventually drove him into the Social Hall. This was where coffee, tea, and other non-alcoholic beverages could be purchased, gentlemen passengers smoked pre- and post-prandial cigars and engaged in friendly games of poker, chess, and checkers, and ladies and couples played bridge or whist. There was even entertainment of a sort, which tonight consisted of a gaudily outfitted gent strumming industriously on a banjo. Quincannon warmed himself with two cups of hot clam juice. After the second cup, he went out on deck and again reconnoitered her stateroom windows. The faint light glow through the slats attested to the fact that the actress was still closeted inside. And likely intended to remain there. Patrick twisted his mustache nervously. "However you state it, we wind up with no chance of a patent. Maybe we can live with that. Perhaps we can forego a patent-based monopoly. But theres one thing wemust have— and thats the right to build the plant, free and clear from interference or infringement of anybody else's patent. Can we tell the Board we have that right? The Board wants to know. They're going to vote on it Monday. And I don't think we can tell them anything ... not yet. The economics and market are there. Everything hangs on the patent situation. Bleeker says the vote will be to build, if the patent picture is clear. We're holding the whole thing up in our shop right here." He turned back to Cord. "Alec, take it from the college thesis. Run the variations off from that." Simple obscenity. But didnt you notice our little pop-eyed friend? Based on a magazine article I read in my sistersLadies Home Journal, I encouraged Marilyn to eat spicy foods. His accomplice, the actual blackmailer, who then disappeared with the money. #3:The next great breakthrough in science—the breakthrough that will have the kind of impact on us all that the Hiroshima bomb had —will be in the area of psychophysiology: mind and brain. And the man who will bring it about walks the earth today. Back at his desk, he mulled over and over the figures in his notebook. At lunch he stayed in his chair, absently stroking his paperweight—a tiger-striped lump he had bought in palmier days, and as he stroked it he thought of Ben. For the first time in several weeks he dwelled on the tiger, unexpectedly, overwhelmingly homesick for him. He sat out the rest of the afternoon in misery, too unsure of himself now to leave the office before the clock told him it was time. As soon as he could he left, taking a cab with a five-spot he had found in a lower drawer, thinking all the time that at least the tiger would never desert him, that it would be good to take Ben out again, comforting to run with his old friend in the park. Her name was Myra and she had neither eyebrows nor lashes nor even a faint, transparent down along her cheeks. Once she had had long, black hair, but now, looking at her pink, bare face, one would guess she had been a redhead. Asturias, Bulgakov, Singer, Nabokov, Martinson, Grass, Cortazar,Transatlantic Review, International Times, Cavalier, Ambit, The Realist, Esquire, Kubrick, Fellini, Lester, Godard, Ralph Nader, Mark Lane, Dr. Spock, Malcom X, The Diggers, Bertrand Russells War Trials,Ramparts, Report from Iron Mountain, Burgess, Elkin, Updike, Hawkes, Friedman, Calisher, Southern, Landolfi, Martin, Barthelme. What doyou read? or read about: The Delphi prediction; RNA memory transfer; moon landings; artificial hearts; multimedia, light shows, psychedelic art: God is dead' buttons and badges, 'Reality is a Crutch'. (Some of it is new; some is just starting tohappen. Trotsky called it the Theory of Combined and Unequal Development.) I read McLuhan. In 1951, inThe Mechanical Bride, he said:.
