Babe hunting
HARVEY JACOBS She liked everything about the twentieth century, from the Double-Crostics in theTimes to Jackie Gleason. And she seemed to like them equally. "Thats what we said. And he said it again, that watching us talk and think and build was one of the most beautiful things hed ever seen. "What have you seen?" we asked him. And he began to tell us." Ratlit stopped breathing, something built up, then, at once it came out. "Oh, Vyme, the places he's been! The things he's done, the landscapes he's starved in, the hells where he's had to lie down and go to sleep he was that tired, or the heavens he's soared through screaming! Oh, the things he told us about! And Alegra made them almost real so we could all be there again, just like she used to do when she was a psychiatrist! The stories, the places, the things ... " I wonder if theyll name the new crater after me? thought Cliff. Crater Leyland—diameter ... What diameter? Better not exaggerate—I don’t suppose it will be more than a couple of hundred yards across. Hardly worth putting on the map. Bleeker murmured absently, "Thats fine, Con." However, she found there had been changes in the column of six little switches. The trees switch no longer had its glowing name. She remembered that it had been the top one, but the top one would not turn on again. She tried to force it fromoff to “on” but it would not move. Even more interesting, I thought as I read it, is the probable interaction with hisother field: some circuit-rider of tomorrows far-flung lecture halls is going to have a rich topic in the relationship between jazz and s-f as parallel art forms of the mid-twentieth. (Not too many people span both areas creatively, but the overlap in fans is considerable and jazzmen tend to dig s-f, just as the writers tend to be jazz listeners.) Including dinner? Mangon, for heavens sake, what was it? Don’t throw it away! Tell me! She tried to climb under the wooden superstructure of the baffle to recover the note, but Mangon restrained her and quickly scribbled another message:Adam and Eve. Sorry. "No, my friend," said Dr. Mannfried, "you are a great sculptor, but she hasnt got that thing." Smells pretty good, I said. The procession shuffled on, and formed ranks beyond the bier. And when the last one made his obeisance, the three eldest-born from the Dead Ones body came forward. They lifted the vine-woven sling which cradled the Dead One. Flanked by Shokk-elorrisch on one side and the shaman on the other—all of them chanting: You are all of us; your eyes saw the path; your hand fed us; your pelt warmed our bodies. We are grateful; we honor you;we sanctify the memory of you; we give you back to yourself! He checked his pulse. It was fast—say, eighty a minute. He rode down two more flights, counting his pulse. Eighty almost exactly. Two flights took only one minute. An unusual name. And not familiar to me. Go on, I said, not daring to look up from the analysis of my curry. I dont know,’ said Mose. ‘I found it in the woods and it was hurt and wailing and I couldn’t leave it there.’ "Small blessings and all that," I said, flipping the porta-pix on..
