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The room was doing a smooth job of termination. Orion Newcastle, who had fought hard for his partys top nomination and then, heartbreakingly, had seen it go to a much less capable man, hurried to the office of that man, now the President of the United States. I: Concerning the Measuring Rod, the Watch and the Tuning Fork The Matriarch, MCwyie, was short, white-haired, fifty-ish, and dressed like a queen. With her rainbow of voluminous skirts she looked like an inverted punch bowl set atop a cushion. ROSEL GEORGE BROWN:The Artist, Amz, May. Bleeker coughed. "Youre just being agreeable to avoid an argument. Believe me, Con, its one thing to remember the dead. It's an altogether different thing to have your every waking thought controlled by your memories. You ought to get away from that place." Youd better, she said. Her eyes were cold. What are you worrying about, anyway? Look, dear, I said. Your sister is inside. Your brother-in-law . . .” The code said I had to warn her, so I shoved her back into my room again. Im sorry. We have orders. You see, there has been a disaster—an assassination attempt on the President. He is failing rapidly, and the White House physician has sent for you, against considerable protest. "What are you gonna give a kid like that a ship for? Maybe you loaned it to him. Dies horrible death in borrowed ship. That sounds okay." Miss Henderson is, in private life, a schoolteacher in the primary grades, and most of her stories about children have been from the viewpoint of the sympathetic adult. This time she tells it through the childs own mind and eyes.* * * * URSULA K. LEGUIN:The Rule of Names, Fant, Apr. Reese listened in silence.Were concerned with scientific research here, he explained apologetically. “Not welfare. To... to follow your demands would mean the end of everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve hoped—” 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. 6.
