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This is a recorded announcement. I know the theory, she said quickly. Dreams are supposed to foretell the future.” Good afternoon, Andrews. Nice to see you again. Still feeling in good health? Itwas a man, then. Well, brother-and you, too, sister-unless the rice is still in your hair, you know what came next: the hurt, indignant silence. I got into slacks, short-sleeved shirt and huarachos, strolled into the living room, and there on the davenport sat Madame Defarge grimly studying the list, disguised as a magazine, of next days guillotine victims. I knew whose name headed the list; and I walked straight to the kitchen, mixed up some booze in tall glasses and found a screw driver in a kitchen drawer. The trouble with a trend curve is that it may tell you quite accurately what to expect, but it doesnt tell you how it is going to happen. I have no ideahow we are going to achieve near-infinite speed (or near-infinite acceleration). The curve simply goes asymptotic. A world where fluorine might be inhaled as a gas by living creatures. The skin of flourine-breathers, however, would be leathery and unpleasant and the world itself so nightmarish that our space men probably would not stay more than an hour. How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibility, who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes— how such people think nothing of abusing a man born with low intelligence. It infuriated me to think that not too long ago I, like this boy, had foolishly played the clown. There were few; nothing could have added new blossoms, fertilized them, or set the fruit, but the few were enormous. The apples were large as cantaloupes, the pears twice the size of normal pears, the peaches bigger than any peach could be. (Maxill exhibited specimens at the County Fair and swept all the first prizes.) They were so huge everyone assumed they must be mealy and tasteless, easily spoiled. Juice spurted from them at the bite, their flesh was firm and tangy, their taste and plumpness kept through the winter. The arithmetic of anthology selection, in such a case, is evident, and so is the usual ladys prerogative. But I mourn for the Eggheads, and urge you all to storm your back-number magazine stores for it. One author got his boss, the owner of the firm, arrested because of a book he wrote. Another author was always getting drunk. And if an author wasnt getting drunk or causing the police to hand a warrant to the boss, then he was getting divorced. The authors who came to the office just weren’t like Ignatius Bulganov or like the people he had known in the land where the tall corn is tall corn. They were always coming and going and never staying put and they disrupted the whole work of the office. So more and more, I.B. disliked authors. "He went out after breakfast and Ill never see him again. You— you buzzards chop him up before I can even ... identify him." "Well,thanks," I said. "Stick around." No, a man named Rilke did. What do you want? the Senator snapped. I do this without thinking, the voice said, because its my job and the thing I’m trained to do. These days we all specialize.” “What is that, your job?”.
