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The contents of the message must have been responsible for her departure. And she must have left the hotel by way of the back stairs. But why? The obvious answer was that she had spotted him somehow, but he was reluctant to accept that explanation. His mastery of the art of trailing a suspect was second to none; at no point last night or today had he done anything to draw her attention. And she had no reason to suspect she was being followed. Unless Wrixton had decided to make one last effort to convince her not to leave San Francisco and had told her of the conversation at the Reception bar... No, the banker had been too resigned, too mired in gloom, to attempt an exercise in further futility. All of his lovesick blandishments had been expended the previous night. Lying in bed half-awake, Kramer wondered how the present times would look to the viewers of future years, when perhaps all atavistic elements had been drained from the race. Both were silent. Finally Dumah said,Yechida, I know you are angry with me. But is it my fault, sister? Did I want to be the Angel of Death? I too am a sinner, exiled from a higher realm, my punishment to be the executioner of souls. Yechida, I have not willed your death, but be comforted. Death is not as dreadful as you imagine. True, the first moments are not easy. But once you have been planted in the womb, the nine months that follow are not painful. You will forget all that you have learned here. Coming out of the womb will be a shock; but childhood is often pleasant. You will begin to study the lore of death, clothed ina fresh, pliant body, and soon will dread the end of your exile. Charlie and Fay smugly bypassed all that, following a devious route of unblocked streets that he mapped out after watching the news on TV. They pedaled most of the morning. At last they mounted a high bluff and decided to ride an elevator to the roof of an apartment building that rose above the freeway where their car was parked. Charlie brought along a pair of Navy binoculars. From that vantage point they ate lunch and surveyed the curving rows of silent cars. Dont go, Miss Barring, the head bookkeeper said. There’s another little matter we can settle as long as you’re here.” He smiled in a sad-kind way which filled Freida with dread. Were they going to fire her for her audacity in demanding the cab fare? Had they found out about the half dozen boxes of paper clips she’d taken home to make that stupid mobile hanging from the ceiling of her kitchenette? During the trip, Frenchys father kept up a nervous machine-gun monologue of demands that she would co-operate and promises of a glorious future for her. Frenchy said nothing. She looked drained. She ignored me. "Youre quite safe as long as youre with me. I've told them I've got to have you with me." KARNDAL CHESS - The waste of a day or a year by doing nothing; fasting "Hey." "Hey!" Sandy called, when he choked his voice back into his throat, "what about ... I mean you ... well, your ship!" There are no inheritance laws among golden— only rights of plunder. Ill show you how it works. Don’t take it off for at least a week, not for any reason. See me at once if there is any discomfort. Later on, you may remove it for athletics, though you can do most things with it on—swimming, for instance. In the toilet it rolls up easily enough. But don’tdisturb the suction or play around. It clings well if you leave it alone, and it’s very comfortable. Samuel R. Delany Two years ago I had the pleasure of reprinting in this collection Richard McKennas first published story, Casey Agonistes. “Mac” was 44 when he sold “Casey.” Since then, he has established himself as a science-fantasy writer, made use of his first two careers (cowboy and sailor) in numerous stories and articles in the men’s adventure magazines, sold a story to The Saturday Evening Post, and is now at work on a novel derived from his own experiences while based at the Navy’s China Station.* * * * The devil didnt answer. He shouted and natives swarmed around the stakes. Hands untied Cordice and jerked him erect and his heart was pounding so hard he felt dizzy. "Id prefer you didnt tell anyone about this." Come on, I urged Pete. Lets go.” It doesnt make any sense to you, she said, her voice heavy and thick again. To you I’d be old even There. At the time it seemed like a perfect way to have an odd holiday and help out with research, too. But we got caught.” WHEN I FIRST READ THE THEORYOF THE BLUE GALAXIES, I THOUGHTThe undulating universeis like a belly-dancers belly:expanding till the skin is tautthen caving into ribs and groin.I can scarcely comprehendwhen she began and when shell end,I am so taken up with howshe does the hully-gully.BUT AFTER DUE CONSIDERATIONOF THE MATTER, I SAIDTo stand shock-still, examininghow flexible her stomach is,does not become me. I resolvemyself to misbehave, rejoinmy tipsy table totallers,compute and prophesise,regard and analyseand do the universal swing.AND WHEN ALL WAS SAID AND DONE, I WROTEIt doesn't work. The telescopeis not my eye; those trickling yearsof light are not my years; I oncesaw pictures of the moon close-upand prayed for cheese. I wishedI hadn't rested on my woman's belly,inhaled, exhaled, keeping time,and seen her lovely skin grow pores..
