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He was like a fish, bred in stale fresh water, which is thrown for the first time into a living stream. He was like an insect emerging from the chrysalis. His twentieth-century mind could not hold the imagery and the impact of the music and the dance. I wandered around some more. I stood on the outside of little knots of men and eavesdropped. I didnt hear anything of value for a while. Early in December I went shopping for her Christmas presents. She wanted a book on voodoo and a large doll, as lifelike as possible. She also wanted a packet of needles and pins and a primitive drum from some Caribbean country, Haiti I believe, but in consideration of the neighbors I decided not to buy her one. "Whats fuzzy purple and squirms along the ground," Jay said. "Yeah," she said discouragingly. Where did you read the letter? In the entryway? A man who thinks differently we can tolerate and understand, but our history shows we dont know how to understand a man who feels differently. Daniel Keyes is a reformed science-fiction editor (Marvel, some few years ago) turned high-school English teacher. Either of these dubious professions should be enough to keep a sensible man on the spectators side of a byline. If he didn’t write the stuff when he could buy it from himself, one might think the rigors of New York City’s blackboard jungle would prevent him from beginning now. We will have to judge from a great distance whether a planet is too far out or too near its sun. A planet as close to the sun as we are should revolve at a good pace on its axis in a time corresponding to our 24-hour day. A planet turning more slowly would have higher temperatures dangerous to budding life forms. Also the cosmic rays that penetrate its atmospheric shell should not be too strong or too weak. If too strong, annihilation of life would follow. If too weak, the chemistry of the world would not be encouraged to put forth those remembrance-molecules we call life. Somewhere among the bricks and stones, I came across a man sitting on the ground in his underpants, sawing off his left leg. There was a black bag beside him, and the bag was open, and I could see a hypodermic needle lying there among all the rest of the stuff. Yes? In the cathedral of a living room, if that is what it could be called, Jay rummaged through the provision sacks. He found two cans of beans, a fifth of Beefeater and a long spoon. There was a can opener too, with a bottle opener on the back. Jay opened the beans. Sitting on canvas bags, he and Monica ate. Then they drank down the gin. Soon both felt a glow. We sit on the floor around the Starman, and nobody has to speak or laugh, or think about anything except being well again. We got Singers Short Friday (Farrar, 1964) and McConnell’s The Worm Returns (Prentice-Hall, 1965), but not Gironella’s Phantoms and Fugitives (Sheed and Ward, 1964), or Gary’s Hissing Tales, although Harper& Row did send Fred Hoyle and John Elliot’s Andromeda Breakthrough.* * * * With a fixed and slightly demented smile on his face, Dr. Williams picked out a spool at random, fitted it, and pressed the on button. There was a click, a faint whisper of irremovable surface wear from the original recording that he had always found an endearingly essential part of the performance, and Duke EllingtonsKo Ko racketed into the stillness of the alien afternoon. Yes, shot. Is that how the attempt was made? Mike gave me four tins of fuses and two of detonators which I could get inside my jacket. Then he caught hold of another box of those round bombs you can crack a tank with, and we ran. As will be seen by my report, these and other physical and mental deterioration syndromes can be predicted with statistically significant results by the application of my formula. Unless we have a radio response to guide us, where will we go? By the time our star-ships are ready, we will have established great telescopes on our moon and on Mars. There, with atmospheric interference cut to zero and with visual clarity at its finest, we may be able for the first time to see families of planets obedient to distant suns. We will look for a planet revolving about a sun that looks old enough to have given its worlds time to rouse up life. We will try to detect a world like ours, whose atmosphere in the beginning was largely methane, ammonia, water vapor and hydrogen. That primitive world would have been needled with prehistoric lightnings and bombarded by a younger, more violent life-provoking sunlight. Monica stood up..
