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Gott took a slow pull from his goblet and felt the scentless vodka bite just enough and his skin shiver and the room waver pleasantly for a moment with shadows chasing across it. Then he swung the pupils of his eyes upward and looked across at the Man in the Black Flannel Suit, noting with approval that he was sitting rigidly on the sofa. Gott conducted his side of the following conversation without making a sound or parting his lips more than a quarter of an inch, just flaring his nostrils from time to time. YE FLU GAN - Philosophical thoughts that dont amount to much; graffiti in a place of worship J. G. Ballard What is your name, young man? I asked. Accepting my obeisances, she regarded me as an owl might a rabbit. These other alternate worlds in which we also live intersect here and there-at a corner newsstand, for example, on Third Avenue in New York and at many another place, too, no doubt. And from these intersecting places every once in a while something from one of these worlds-a Woodrow Wilson dune, for example-will stray into another one. Id found such a dime and when I happened to plank it down on the counter of that little newsstand, there at an intersection of the two alternate worlds, that dime bought a newspaper in the world it belonged in. And I walked off into that world with the New York Sun under my arm. I knew this now, and I’d known it long since. I understood it finally, but I didn’t tell Vera. I simply told her I was looking for a 1913 Liberty-head nickel. I didn’t tell her I was also looking for a Roosevelt dime. How do you mean? Jim asked. "Off the main trading routes, huh?" by Ward Moore No, it isnt, Sabina thought.I’ll wait for her in the main parlor, she said. ED HAMILTON:The Pro, F&SF, Oct. Surely, Ames thought, he could tell Brock. Surely he could tell somebody. Qua-orellee clutched his rock against him and plunged eagerly down the slope. His big, flipper-feet and short legs made him stumble. He rolled all the way to the bottom in a cloud of snow, but he didnt let go of his rock. No matter what happened, he would never let go of his rock. At eight-thirty a sequence of red and green lights signaled the start of the program. The audience quietened, waiting while an announcer in an offstage booth introduced the program. Over there. He indicated a manila envelope on the porch floor. Smug? Hejar, sneaking glances at Trevnik from the shelter of his hat-brim, became even more apprehensive. I had the feeling he suddenly felt too weak to stand up. But Mike was already at the door..
