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Or it may be that the swift-shift thing is simply an advance-guard symptom of the general effort to reach beyond the Word Barrier. I have a notion that what the psychedelic people mean by 'consciousness-expanding' is that the tripper can drop outof his customary semantic matrix, turn onpreviously unexercised nonverbal perceptions, and tune into aspects of his environment invisible inside the word-spectrum. nail bone doubtful Yes. Last night a wire came from him. He will return from his trip on Sunday evening. The Concord jerked into motion, wheeling away from the landing and onto the muddy levee road. When they reached the ferrymans shack, the muscular tender emerged with his bug-eye lantern. The black scowl he wore testified to his displeasure at having to make two dangerous crossings of Dead Man’s Slough on such a night as this. As did his grumbling remark that the wind is a she-devil tonight, the current flood fast — the most words Quincannon had heard him speak at once. Gallinger! His legs, which had only been slightly wearied by his descent, gave out twenty flights up. His spirit gave out soon after. Again he turned around, allowed himself to be swept up by the current—or, more exactly, swept down. The Warden says, "Youre supposed to have your mind on your work, not on racing. The koota was just to amuse you when you were younger." Greedily, the reflex of starvation making him for the moment ignore this discovery that the Japanese had deliberately chosen to die in the crevice, Traven slid down the slope until his feet touched the splitting soles of the corpses shoes. He reached out and seized the canteen, then prized off the lid. A cupful of flat water swilled weakly around the rusting bottom. Traven gulped down the water, the dissolved metal salts cloaking his tongue with a bitter film. The mess-tin was empty but for a tacky coating of condensed syrup. Traven scraped at this with the lid. He chewed at the tarry flakes, letting them dissolve in his mouth with a dark intoxicating sweetness. After a few moments he felt light-headed, and sat back beside the corpse in a delirium of exhaustion. And these items are? The performance began an hour later. The dark-rimmed clouds were lit by the sun setting behind the mesa, the air crossed by wraiths of cirrus like the gilded frames of the immense paintings to come. Van Eycks glider rose in a spiral towards the face of the first clouds, stalling and climbing again as the turbulent updraughts threw him across the air. It isnt nonsense, Reese persisted reasonably. It’s a logical conclusion based on the principle of natural selection. If you’d let me explain the situation here—” Supper can wait, I answered, and my voice was a full octave deeper, but I cant.” Again I kissed her, hard and eagerly, full on the lips. Her great big beautiful blue eyes widened in amazement-then they slowly closed and she smiled langorously. Good morning, venerable sir; may I be of some assistance? nail bone doubtful The first definite and absolutely unchangeable selection I made for this edition of SF was Fritz Leibers story, The Silver Eggheads, from Fantasy and Science Fiction. Its time, Benedict said. C’mon, Ben.” He started out the door and down the hall, going slowly. The tiger followed him creakily, and they began the painful trip to the park. Particularly not if the client is also a friend. But I didnt, I said..
