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"Whats that?" Nan knew her father was no fanner and that a real one would be milking Sherry only once a day by now, drying her up, since she yielded little more than three quarts. But Maxill knew you were supposed to milk a cow twice a day, just as he knew how long to let mash ferment and he was no chemist either. He went by rules. Quimble showed J. G. to a room in the basement of his home, which he called his laboratory, and brought him a crate of vegetables for supper. J. G. was grateful and determined to find out How Things Were so he wouldnt displease Quimble and lose his friendship, as he had the Explorer’s. Although the worms are running—or wriggling, more likely-all over the free world, the center of activity is Dr. James V. McConnells Planaria Research Group, at the University of Michigan. In last year’s Annual, I reported happily on the PRCs highly unsettling publication, The Worm Runner’s Digest. Now Prentice-Hall has brought out The Worm Re-Turns, a sampler from the Digest (featuring more of the satiric than the serious side of recent events in the evolution of Evolution—but with a gleeful “compulsory introduction,” by Arthur Koestler providing a colorful account of the subversive behavior of flatworms). Anyhow, I dont think it is… I gave the man my Look, too, and he appeared very ill at ease, because sometimes even grown people feel overawed when they walk into a school. Especially the kind of grown people who used to get called to the principals office all the time. Mr. Finneys most recent books include The Third level (Rinehart and Dell Book) and The Body Snatchers (Dell First Editions).* * * * We pulled the ship in close and cut all the power. Frank hollered over the intercom: Traven hesitated.Yes—or rather, shes adopted me. All day I roared up and down the dunes, going nowhere. To the crew of theAspic I must have looked like a sandstorm, all by myself. I drove sedately back to Lauderdale.* * * * Our loss? Yes... our great loss. Jim sounded bemused. "Monnie is a vampire who lives on reflections, he said. Reflections from mirrors, from eyes, from puddles, from hub caps, from sunglasses. Boy, was he a hundred percent accurate. Zowie." Karper barked,Very well. But what do we do? Jason froze. Not so good, Sam, said Ted, showing him a diagram. Ive devised this thing to carry a magnetic current in a circle, but that’s all the farther I am. I call it a cyclotron.” They sat there, like rows of Buddhas. MCwyie drew back into the semicircle..
