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Arthur was in business in the former foreign exchange kiosk at Victoria Station. I bunged over the coupons. Sunlight streamed through the shattered canopy of the station. There had been some street fighting around here but it hadnt lasted long. relax ritzy jealous No, no objection. But what good would it do? Shed be even less likely to confide in you, a relative stranger. There was a third penny. The water is rising, Steve said. We all felt that complete secrecy was vital. Now that we had each other, we had no further need of even the small amount of social life I had maintained, and we didnt want outsiders coming around and perhaps asking awkward questions. For all we knew, magic was still illegal: they used to burn and hang witches in the old days, and laws have a way of staying on the books long after they cease to be enforced. We all looked exactly alike, but as long as we tookcare to go out singly, no one could tell that there were more than one of us. I was working up a sweat. I paused dizzily. And as we waited for the moment when the water should be added but would not, Hurricane Diane struck New England. That was in August of 1955. The hurricane had been predicted, its course had been followed and we were ready for it. There had been several hurricanes in New England in54 and ‘55 and we were hardened to it. What secret, Featherface? That youre a god? Jim asked. Youll have to introduce me to her one day. The people in the City dont have to do this, do they? (This” is grubbing out elder bushes, and he is right. The people in the City do not have to do This. They do not have to hunt, fish, gather or raise their own food. They do not have to build their own cabins, carry their own water from springs or fashion their own clothes from the skins of beautiful, murdered—by me—animals. They do not have to perspire. One of these days I will have to explain that they do not even have to sleep with their own wives. That of itself should be the answer of answers, but twelve is not yet ready; twelve cares about things with wheels, things which spin, roar, roll, fly, explode, exude noise and stench. Would that twelve were fourteen!) "No. Nowhere. Never." With what delightful precision did her miniature mouth encompass these infinitesimal concepts! No, sir, they dont. The being with her and the passivity hurt in his head. I should have quit when my cup was full, Paul said, after Id had my laugh. But oh, no. I had to keep pouring and mess up the works—I wasn’t thinking about anything but wiping that sneer off his face. Those reports you think are so intelligent,’ I said, ‘were done by a goonie.’ Then I said, real loud because the whole office was dead silent, ‘How does it feel to know that a goonie can do this work as well as your own suck-up goons—as well as you could, probably, and maybe better?’ He found the minister in his study working on a sermon. Mose sat down in a chair and fumbled his battered hat around and around in his work-scarred hands. People around here call for the miraculous penny all the time, why am I the one to get it, sir? There is a Jack London kind of Tightness to his wrongness. After I yelled at him. On stage, of course, symbolism is the thing. Albee and Pinter and the New York production ofMarat/Sade all veer continually into fantasy—butnot often over the (shifting and frequently invisible) line into s-f. Closer to home were Durrenmatts ThePhysicists (now in print here, from Grove Press) and Loring Mandel’sProject Immortality, which saw only a two-week experimental production at Washington’s Arena Theatre in 1965, but will, hopefully, be more widely known by the time this is published. death: Much too late. Yes, you planned to crash your car and doubly indemnify your dear ones. You had the spot picked, but your courage failed you..
