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Just a minute, said Sergei, who had been listening to all this with rapt attention. Whats a furlong?” And yet, should I not have taken that last step—teaching them to speak, to read, to write? The capacity was in them for learning it all the time. Was it finding it out that made the difference? But what kind of moral and ethic structure is it that depends on ignorance for its support?* * * * In 1947 Rogov had an interview with Stalin. As he left Stalins office in the Kremlin, the great leader himself came to the door, his forehead wrinkled in thought, nodding, Da, da, da. Of course, everything on the various publishers science-fiction category lists comes in (including re-re-re-reprints of Edgar Rice Burroughs). Almost any other fiction has to be asked for specifically: for instance, Simon& Schuster publishes John Christopher, but not on their“science-fiction list,” for some reason; we had to ask for a copy of Sweeney’s Island, just as we did for Hersey’s White Lotus (Knopf, 1965) and Burroughs’ Nova Express (Grove, 1965)—and was glad I had asked, with Christopher and Burroughs. Hersey was sadly disappointing, after The Child Buyer the year before. The novel was new and strange. Its events took place in the United States and in the present day, yet reading it was like entering a new country where the trees, birds, and stones were different from any known before. It took the old threads of the English language and wove them into something fine and new. Like Tom, I thought it a masterpiece. But I was worried, almost frightened, by the fact that it wasnt real. He emerged on the roof, shot a quick glance around. Im smiling because I have just remembered an experiment on people that might apply here, he answered quietly. I heard it about a year ago, from our pharmacist Hutzvalek, who had a peculiar experience toward the end of the last war.”* * * * Ill go up and pack my things, then. Thisis my last day here, with Mr. Wellman due home this evening? Despite all the irritants, Quincannons resolve to put an end to Pauline Dupree’s criminal career was stronger than ever. Yes, and he was hungry enough after the day’s privation to eat a chunk of whang leather. He entered the dining room and proceeded to gorge himself on a five-course meal. Afterward, puffing furiously on his briar, he took an elevator to the second floor and locked himself inside Room 272. When the lights came on everybody looked to see who it was today. It was john. That was good for some, like Daddy, but not so good for me. john is okay, Papa, but he hurts (no he doesnt!) some of us sometimes (it’s a lie!) Papa, when we don’t do our work like sweeping the veranda and picking papers off the yard. Hear it once and you dont forget it, Lazeer said, and unhooked the mike from the dash and got through to McCullum and Gaiders. He’s coming through this end, boys. Get yourself set.” Colonel, Harry said cautiously, he does the same thing with radios, telephones, cars, anything requiring electrical power. He just shuts it off.” Harry smacked his clenched fist into his hand.Thats it, he cried. “That’s it. That was the night the lights went out three times in the barracks. The night Weisbaum made us take that five-mile moonlight hike because he thought someone was fooling with the lights.” (A.N. Whitehead, Science and the Modern World) Never..
