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Quite likely, I answered, Ive spent a good deal of time in the States. I’m Arthur Clarke.” His third wife was a sadly smiling, alcoholic beauty six years older than Tom. She stayed the longest, and while she was there they entertained so elaborately that they needed all the facilities the first two wives had installed, plus more housing for the staff. Tom sent his big plane to New York or Hollywood for weekend guests. Im looking for Carl Hest, I said. I understand he’s one of your apple-polishers.” Elsie Stogumber, cramped from her unaccustomed sojourn in the narrow doorway once occupied by Hejar, emerged into the mid-day brilliance and watched the two men down the street. Gratitude was a poor word to express the intensity of the Twerliks emotions toward these men-things now. It had to help them, had to repay them, had to show them how much their coming meant. "Hi, there," Jay said. Consolidation of simple sanctity status. Yes, of course. I only wanted your impression. I ceased to listen, partly because I was already sold, partly because I had heard the story of slow glass many times before and had never yet understood the principles involved. An acquaintance with scientific training had once tried to be helpful by telling me to visualise a pane of slow glass as a hologram which did not need coherent light from a laser for the reconstitution of its visual information, and in which every photon of ordinary light passed through a spiral tunnel coiled outside the radius of capture of each atom in the glass. This gem of, to me, incomprehensibility not only told me nothing, it convinced me once again that a mind as non-technical as mine should concern itself less with causes than effects. It wasnt an accident, Quincannon said. On several occasions I have tried to write short pieces about the enchanted crystal but, to me, the theme is so ineffably poetic as to be, paradoxically, beyond the reach of poetry— mine, at any rate. Besides, the best songs and verse had already been written, with prescient inspiration, by men who had died long before slow glass was discovered. I had no hope of equaling, for example, Moore with his:Oft in the stilly night,Ere slumbers chain has bound me,Fond Memory brings the lightOf other days around me ... Ten minutes later he emerged from the western perimeter of the blocks, like some tottering mendicant leaving behind a silent desert city. The dune whose shadow had guided him lay fifty yards from him. Beyond it, bearing its shadow like a screen, was a ridge of limestone that ran among the hillocks of a wasteland beyond this point of the atoll. The remains of an old bulldozer, bales of barbed wire and fifty-gallon drums lay half-buried in the sand. Traven approached the dune, reluctant now to leave this anonymous swell of sand. He shuffled around its edges, and sat down in the mouth of a shallow crevice below the brow of the ridge. We could, in clear conscience, continue to use it for food only so long as we judged it by mans own definitions, and thereby found it unintelligent. But I knew now that there was something beyond man’s definition. One day in the park Lester heard some kids talking about him. Just for a moment, he shuddered violently. His eyes came open and his knees jerked up. Then he slumped back. poised duck splendid And LeGrande? Did he have to get himself killed doing it? There have been all kinds of notions and guesses as to how it would end. One held that sooner or later there would be too many people; another that we would do each other in, and the atom bomb made that a very good likelihood. All sorts of notions, except the simple fact that we were what we were. We could find a way to feed any number of people and perhaps even a way to avoid wiping each other out with the bomb; those things we are very good at, but we have never been any good at changing ourselves or the way we behave..
