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Youve already paid? We stood there, and I thought. He lay on his stomach next to her.Nice breeze, he said. J. G. looked at his thumb and asked what it was opposed to. Precisely, the voice said. Wrixton made disbelieving, spluttering sounds. "The rug!" she said. "Its getting soaked." What are you doingnow, Dandi? he inquired. Mentor----- I pressed him, because it was good to see any trace of hope onthat face. After a bit of hesitation, he came out with it. Right, Bill. And you can bet the three Russian survivors are a pretty puzzled group right now. They dont know what’s happened. They can’t figure out why the lights have not come on. Two minutes ago they were shouting and yelling a victory chant that now seems to have been premature. Ed, give us a camera on that north hill. Look at this, ladies and gentlemen. The three Russian survivors have gone berserk. Literally berserk—they are shooting and clubbing the bodies of the American dead. Don’t go away, folks . . .* * * * I wish I would have taken my camera in there, he said thoughtfully. Old Houseman, and his five-year-old. He claims she can fly now. Wait till he hears about this.” But the more I think of it the more it seems to me that fear and hatred are the two sides of the same coin. I keep trying to think back, to re-create the moment when I saw it standing at the foot of my bed in the fishing shack. I keep trying to drag out of my memory a clear picture of what it looked like, whether behind that chitinous face and the two gently waving antennae there was any evidence of fear and anger. But the clearer the memory becomes, the more I seem to recall a certain wonderful dignity and repose. Not fear and not anger. Had it been 1900 when the noxious cloud touched Earth, or even 1930, mankind, not to speak of animalkind, bird-kind, fishkind and insectkind, would have perished instanter. But, in the years between, Earthmen had contaminated their atmosphere with radiation, automobile exhaust, DDT and other anti-insect sprays, smokestack exhaust, cigarette, cigar and pipe smoke, autumn weed smoke from the proliferating suburbs and multifarious miscellaneous contaminants. It was this unwholesome combination, called by some theRachel Carson effect, which saved Earth. Raising bees. (Galelea, not earth bees.) My hand came down on top of the metal cage, hard. I caught my breath at the pain. "On our beach," I said, turning my palm up to look. There were red marks across it. "There werent any bugs on our beach." Then I started shaking. "Continue." Ruth let the cat out of the bag, he said with a smile. But I already knew about the speaking. As you say, the goonie has no fear, no conscience, no sense of concealment. They speak around anybody. You cant keep it concealed, Jim.” Entry points into the future = Levels in a spinal landscape = zones of significant time.* * * *.
