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Shaggy people jokes and hirsute logic. Harvey Jacobs, who is just about half as old as Jorge Luis Borges, but who broke into (English-language, fiction-category) print only two years later than Borges—and who is also appearing for the first time in any sort of s-f collection—has a not even remotely similar story, which also happens to be about dreams, gods, and the act of creation.* * * * Dr. James Chien rolled his eyeballs upward. It was Gauck who got the doctors. By nightfall they had Rogov resting comfortably and under heavy sedation.There were two doctors, both from the military headquarters. Gauck had obtained authorization for their services by a direct telephone call to Moscow. But how? The greatest thing in creation, so far as the Twerlik was concerned, was energy. And they had energy to spare, energy aplenty. It could not give them that as a gift. It had to find out whatthey valued most, and then somehow give this valued thing to them, if it could. Yes, but think of all the pure science you need to work up the techniques from; I doubt if that could have been studied inside the Valley Teccols. I must admit that my enthusiasm for fabulationas a term is rather greater than for The Fabulatorsas a book. Prof. Scholes grants at the outset that his survey is not inclusive. He concentrates on Durrell, Vonnegut, Southern, Hawkes, Murdoch and Barth, and at least mentions Nabokov, Heller, Beckett, Donleavy, Purdy, and Friedman. One is of course less than startled to find he knows nothing of writers like Sturgeon, Ballard, Leiber, and Cordwainer Smith (let alone Disch, Delany, Zelazny); but it issurprising to find no mention of Calisher, Updike, or Burroughs, for instance— and downright painful not to find Borges or I. B. Singer anywhere. The Other moved quietly into the dining room, walking with a liquid lateral sway. It looked around the arched opening of the living room and gazed intently at the immobile form sunk in the chair. Dancing firelight played over his strong hard face, softening it almost to a boys. The dog raised its head and looked at the Other, clinging there to the door jamb, then dropped his muzzle again between his fore-paws. The Thinker did not stir.Thus, a comparator must be devised which will convert applied D.C. potential into a proportional A.C. signal.... And what happened to your pants? The sailors Oriental face grinned. "Yeah, me too. Used to watch em when I was a kid." Mose stood lonely in the barnyard, looking at the place where there was no birdcage and remembering what he had felt or thought - or been told? - the night before as he lay in bed. She shrugged.Happiness is for those satisfied with what they have and want nothing more. How? she finally asked, rubbing her cheek. ... It was also suggested that we live in only one particular model of the universe, one of the several models permitted by the theory of relativity. In this universe, it has been speculated, past and future are distinguishable by the fact that it is expanding. Future time is linked to a larger universe. If shrinking occurred, time might seem to run backwards. (From a news report of a meeting of the Physical Sciences Association.)* * * * "Un-dok, of course," Alegra said. The barking grew fainter. "Where did you think?" Physically, then, Spencer Candron, was a fine analog of the Society. He looked unimportant. On the outside, he was just another average man whom no one would bother to look twice at. No one had exited the cigar store through the Gunpowder Alley entrance; the recessed door was still locked on the inside. Maguire grunted again.Well be having to break it down, he said. “Sonderberg, or whoever ’tis, may still be alive.” Many thousands of years ago, J. G.s tribe had become annoyed by the vulgarity of their neighbors—principally the Plains Gorillas and Pithecanthropus Erectus—and had moved higher and higher up Mount Kallahili in search of Peace and Quiet. Desperately, itlistened, drawing in concept upon concept, seeking and prying and gleaning and wondering. . ...
