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The snore of a passing truck covered the winch noise for a moment. well made supreme courageous The houseboy let him in. He crossed the hall and made his way down the black glass staircase into the sunken lounge. Wide studio windows revealed an elegant panorama of park and midtown skyscrapers. Locking herself into thought disciplines, Dandi began to dissolve. Man had needed machines to help him to do it, to fit into the Involutes. She was a lesser animal: she could unbutton herself into the humbler shape of a musicolumn. It was just a matter ofrearranging—and without pain she formed into a pattern that was not a shaggy megatherium body ... but an indigo column, hardly visible. . . .* * * * For dinner a table had appeared. The five men were arranged around it. So a new dream supplanted the old: young Ash as a doctor, curing the diseases mankind suffered. But the boy, happy enough to exorcise warts from a playmates hands or mend a broken bone by running his fingers over the flesh outside, wanted no such future. The overriding interest of his life was machinery. At six he had rehabilitated an old bicycle each Maxill girl had used in turn until it was worn beyond repair. Beyond any repair except young Ash’s, that is. At eight he restored decrepit alarm clocks to service, at ten he could fix the tractor as well or better than the Henryton garage. Nan supposed she ought to be happy about a son who might be a great engineer or inventor; unfortunately she thought the world of freeways and nuclear weapons less desirable than the one she had known as a girl—Prohibition and Depression or not. He was told the same at the offices of Sacramento Transportation. And again at the Union Transportation Company. Gordon Dickson initiated an extensive exploration of the military culture and the psychology of the fighting man with his explosive novelDorsail in 1959. Since then, he and others have worked the same basic material in a number of interesting ways—but none, to my taste, so effectively or excitingly as the Dorsai series. (A new novel.Soldier, Ask Not, will be published shortly by Delacorte.) Jayne frowned and looked at his notes. "Well, how about Neolan? Or do you have 'lan' in your suffixes, too?" I see no reason for it. That is, Mrs. Wellman and I have our differences, as Im sure you know, but none of an, ah, troublesome nature... He harrumphed again. Just what are you investigating that brings you to me?” She sat on my rumpled bed in the guttering candlelight with her beautiful, mud-streaked legs dangling over the side. I passed her a cigarette and lit it. But you never intended to share the spoils with him, did you, Miss Dupree? You wanted the entire ten thousand dollars. To finance your ambition to become a serious actress, mayhap? A trip east to New York? By the time she emerged into the front yard, the fleeing intruder had vanished. The gate in the iron picket fence stood open— the clanking sound shed heard as he ran through. She raced ahead to the gate, stood swiveling her head in both directions along the street. No conveyance was parked or moving in this block, and the tree-shadowed sidewalks appeared empty. PETER REDGROVE "Alegra," I said when I got hold of myself. "Ratlit and the golden went off on the ship." "Hey, relax. Relax!" I said. He did. Like that. "It was much simpler," I explained and went on to describe the one our kids had made so many years ago as best I remembered. "What is it?" blurted Patrick. I have a new case that likely will keep me busy for some time. Details when next I see you. Your turn to attend to the monthly necessities. No excuses!S..
