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Short, squat, large head, hardly any neck. Thirty-five or so. Sabina shook her head.Why men insist on writing such overheatedbillets-doux is beyond me. "How you be sure? Theres a story that we got feathers instead of hair on— Aw, I cant tell a joke like that to a little girl! How come you're not wearing the Iron Crown of Lombardy if you're a white girl? How you expect me to believe you're a little white girl? and your folks come from Europe a couple hundred years ago if you don't wear it? There were six hundred tribes, and only one of them, the Oglala Sioux, had the war bonnet, and only the big leaders, never more than two or three of them alive at one time, wore it." Mangon selected a baffle and listened carefully. The sounds appeared to come from an apartment over a launderette. A battery of washing machines chuntered to themselves, a cash register slammed interminably, there was a dim almost subthreshold echo of 60-cycle hum from an SP record player. He was still nodding. Excellent. As if she might suspect the identity of the message writer? This idea was so ridiculous that Yechida laughed despite her anguish. Now if you see people lose a leg, as I did once (rather, it had to be removed later) and a few months later theyve grown a new one, why not improve on the natural, or primitive, sexual organs? I am beginning to agree with an aunt of mine who, in an episode I won’t relate, told me there was no pleasure in sex; the sensation of pleasure was in the mind, not the organ or nerve. Well, what if you did get a better organ? If you’re not much of a chap anyway, it would do you no good unless it had a psychological improvement on your confidence. J. G. BALLARD:The Illuminated Man, BF&SF:14 Two months, during which Ed had come to dislike Doctor Schenk intensely. Tall, saturnine, smelling strongly of formaldehyde, Schenk classified everything into terms of vertebrate, invertebrate. Not at any price. Good day, Mr. Hest. And then there are some questions that, apparently, no one is supposed to ask at all; largely, I think, because people have gotten so many wrong answers down through the centuries, that its been agreed-by-default not to ask the questions at all. And I swallowed, with some difficulty. Art, music, literature, then, become decadent when they lose contact with the living body of work, by overspecializing to an extreme degree. Is this, perhaps, the basis for our subjective evaluation? When the emphasis on any one value or set of values (in the arts, the scientific disciplines, public morality, or anything else) becomes so intense as to lose contact with the frame of reference provided by other values customary to the form, we react immediately with,Decadence! The American G.I. abroad puzzled foreigners by endless insistence on having something in his mouth ... gum, candy, cokes... Timescover (May 15,1950)pictures the globe sucking on a coke. Love that coke, love that American way of life. Robert Winship Woodruff, coke executive, says, "Were playing the world long." That would seem to be a very small gamble, with the globe itself becoming the cokesucker..
