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Oh, yes, I assured him. One of them did just that. There was a hassle over it. Somebody reminded him that the machine gun was designed just to kill human beings, that it wasnt sporting to turn it on game. The hassle sort of took the edge off their fun, so they piled into their space yacht and took off for some other place where they could count on a chase before the kill.” Only one lonely bug-eyed monster appeared at the convention— at the costume ball/ and Penguin Books had great difficulty in persuading a Dalek [Unautomated, man-sized U.K. version of Robbie the Robot— controls, mike, etc., are inside, as is operator.] to appear. Monsters and Martians get harder to find every day. Science fiction, since the good old days when Hugo Gernsback first named the genreScientifiction and printed space operatics in pulp magazines, has come of a respectable age. Unlikely Martians are of less interest than what oneBritish writer, J. G. Ballard, has called“inner space,” a very real world. In the space age Jules Verne cant shine a candlepower before the reality of Gemini. And would man, someday, too, submit willingly to a new, arrogant, brash young life-form—in the knowledge that it really didnt matter? But what was the end result of knowing nothing mattered except static survival? LaVaux touched himself on the chest with his right forefinger.Take me. I am doing work in a field that can be adapted to military use, although that is not my interest. Actually, I am contemptuous of the military. But you threaten my life if I continue. Very well. Suppose you coerce me and I drop my research. Do you think that will stop investigation by a hundred, a thousand other capable men? Of course not. My branch of science is on the verge of various breakthroughs. If I dont make them, someone else will. You don’t stop an avalanche by arresting the roll of one rock. ... Surrealistic satire is much more than simple pot-dreams and fantasy ... Traditional satire— like that of Pope — presupposes reason and an ordered universe. [Whatever]deviates from order and reason can be criticised. Surrealistic satire, conversely, presupposes a ... universe full of self-contradictions ... Sharing this kind of sensibility, the folkrock artist tells the older member of his society they have turned out the whole for the parts (i.e. Eliots The Wasteland') and must again see with the eyes of a child before they can vision with the eyes of a man ... The modes of thought in Alice's Wonderland cannot be judged with words like 'selfish' and 'reason' The new thing here is that it is not just the poets who understand this— society has finally begun to catch up with them. ... But if we had had Jarry, would we have read him? From todays vantage point, a hectic half century of scientific revolutions and upheavals later, Jarry’s responses are rather more in keeping with the direction of physics itself than were Wells’ marvelously sane and rational civilized adductions. I said hello. Thinking back, there is not much else I could have said. Things have changed,” he went on after a pause. You know what caused it, of course.” No need to do that. Theyre all ahead of us. I’ve checked. Ash had never gone into Henryton or showed himself except the few times hed helped Maxill pay back a debt of work. Still everyone knew there was some sort of hired man on the farm. Gladys and Muriel knew him to nod to and that was about all; they were skeptically astonished to learn he was a remote relative from back East and still more amazed to hear he was marrying Nan. They thought she could do better. Then they remembered her reputation; maybe they should be glad the fellow was doing right. They counted the months and were shocked when a year and a half went by before Ash Maxill junior was born. The pig maneuvered over on his back and flopped his happy feet in the air, perhaps trying to kick the sun. Another technician came up with a shaving bowl, a brush, and a straight razor. Under the gaze of Gaucks deadly eyes he shaved an area of four square centimetres on the top of Rogov’s head. A couple of hundred feet later, after some innocuous architectural long-shots, I saw what he meant.... I was deeply involved in a thesis on Chaucers symbolic animals for exactly one month. The news from Asia got worse. I worried with Douglas MacArthur. Chanticleer, the old cock, laid eggs of anxiety. PROGRESS REPORT 12 Godfrey bit into a sandwich. Id closed that line of enquiry. He was wondering how to open another. Ah, but it is. You and he share common interests, and have for some time. The Gaiety Theater for one. Pauline Dupree for another..
