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The example of these sick was decisive. Decisive thanks, once again, to the gravedigger. The gravedigger thought of his dead wife and he flew out into the street ready to face up to the cancer. He was counting on the firemens ladders and on helicopters, but even more on his own instinct. He defied the Red Egg and his outcry caught on. Men who had lost their wives and women who had lost their husbands began opening their doors and coming out into the street. At the start, it was a timid gathering. But there were so many cancer-mutilated families! A throng grew in the main square. Heads looked up from various vantage points. Someone spat upward. A boy screamed out, Try to come down! We’re waiting for you! The cancer victims who had been operated on successfully were outstanding: with their crippled bodies, their withered lungs, their plastic Tectums. Those whose larynxes had been affected emitted grunts through a hole opened in their chests. They could not shout, “Try to come down! We’re waiting for you!” They could only think it. They could grunt it. And they did. And there were those who breathed asthmatically through rubber tubes. Readers of previous S-F annuals will remember Theodore L. Thomass The Far Look and “Satellite Passage” particularly for the vivid personal realism of his near-future portraits of man in space. Mr. Thomas, who first trained as a chemical engineer and now practices law as a patent attorney, started his writing career under the pseudonym of Leonard Lockhard, and still uses that by-line for his series of humorous-instructive tales about the patent pursuits of Mr. Saddle and Mr. Spardleton. "Honestly, French, you look like Marlene Dietrich," I said partly to give her the morale to carry off the FP-ing, partly because it was almost true. It was a pity she looked so undernourished, but perhaps theyd think it was natural. "Get yourself some makeup while youre at it." In a sense, the biggest news of the year is that it is harder than ever to locate on the literary map any reliable boundary line between s-f and anything else. The other side of the coin, whose tail is the lack of focus andesprit in the specialty field here, is, I suppose, the diminishment of spirited opposition or snobbism directedat the field. To some extent, this is a self-reproducing cycle; to a greater degree, the changing faces on both sides are being shaped by pressures initiating entirely outside the local literary scene, particularly such adjacent areas as education, advertising, psychology, and the Think Factory phenomenon. The s-f label becomes ludicrous, not to say invisible, when advertisements like the star-sprinkled page with the cute little capsule through whose wide-vision window a cheery astronaut and his mouth organ illustrate the pitch:Three billion people will look up to you ... on Dec. 16, 1965, the Hohner Harmonica became the first musical instrument to be played in outer space, appear in the same sort of magazines which now publish such stories as “Game,” “Somewhere Not far from Here,” “The Girl Who Drew the Gods,” “The Drowned Giant” (and Stanley Elkins “Perlmutter at the East Pole” in the Post), with neither apologies, explanations, nor exclamation points. "Poor Skinny," Dublin said. "Well, Rampart, this is the fence and the end of my land. Yours is just beyond." The man—another of those eager young scientist-candidates—didnt seem to understand the question. The Floppers? he wondered uncertainly, then nodded. I shall inform the cook. Will you have tea now? I suddenly knew I was close to something important, besides a beautiful girl. No, she persisted. Thats a figure of speech or a way of thinking. I want to know.” I wish I could see one. Although the devices hove ranged from magic formulae and well-bound voices to satellites and cybernetics, the essential criticism leveled at The Way Things Are (and Where Are They Going?) by the authors so far, contains one common theme: Our failures are those of communication. "Hell," I said. "I dont want to see another one for six weeks." It is lovely, she said. But you used three words from your own language. `Cat and `dog’, I assume, are two small animals with a hereditary hatred for one another. But what is `flower’?” Imagine the endochronometer so connected with a second similar unit that the solution of the thiotimoline in the first activates the water-delivering pipette of the second. The thiotimoline of the second unit will dissolve 1.12 seconds before that water is delivered, and therefore 2.24 seconds before the water is delivered to the first unit. Gauck stood in his way. I think, said the mistress, that what I am asking you to do is to take the place of all my other vanished children. Be my child, Susan. Tell me what you intend to do with yourself. Will you be a doctor, a dancer? An artist perhaps, a scientist? Tell me and I shall be able to follow you, inmy mind at least. Perhaps I might even hear of you or see you again one day. By doing this, I think you would make up for all the rest.” Neither technical nor contextual quality are significant Popcriteria. Content(or innate message)is permissible if it did not originate with the designer, producer, or arranger, and does not distract attention from the arrangement, display, or happening. What if I did? Nervousness had replaced wariness; tiny pustules of sweat dotted Pitmans forehead now. What are you getting at? What’s the idea of all these questions?” Forbes, you fool! Put away that gun!.
