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Bad. Leo—wanted to say—a fine job here. Your names in for stat-3. Wanted to say—this all my fault. Sorry. And then there was this inspirational photograph in the paper the other day—a happy schoolgirl looking up at the beaming broad panel of the teacher. I mean, that one was no joke, either. Dan LindsayThe Beatnik Werewolf,F&SF, Dec. On all the frontiers, new and old, physical and speculative, the perils, and hardships of exploration (be it danger of death, deprivation, excommunication, or no more than academic hilarity) attract two very different kinds of men: those driven by curiosity and those drawn to conquest— the seekers of light and the searchers for might. Often the conflict between them is even sharper than the endless quarrel between the frontiersmen (of all kinds) and those less restless souls who hold up the established foundations from which the explorers go forth. Trevnik dropped his eyes and considered the gray coffee. He felt— unclean; a curiosity, a freak. All the more for having someone else notice his humiliation. It took all that they said, and filed it, cross-indexed it, sorted it, seeking the thing which meant more than anything to these men-things. And slowly, by winnowing away the oddments that cluttered the mainstream of the men-things ambitions and hopes, the Twerlik learned the answer. "Whats going on? What are they doing?" No. Meeting someone. BIUT TASH - A reverie lasting more than twenty years onHar Dar Ka - themes Is that what you think happened, Officer? As he sat in the drift of sand by the doorway that evening, he noticed a light shining through the palms far into the distance around the atoll. Confusing this with the image of his wife and son, and visualizing them waiting for him at some warm hearth among the dunes, Traven set off toward the light. Within a hundred yards he lost his sense of direction. He blundered about for several hours on the edges of the landing strip, and succeeded only in cutting his foot on a broken Coca-Cola bottle in the sand. Every week she looked through theTimes hoping to find another apartment, but either the rents were prohibitive (thiswas Manhattan, and Marcias wage was a mere $62.50 a week, gross) or the building was obviously infested. She could always tell: there would be husks of dead roaches scattered about in the dust beneath the sink, stuck to the greasy backside of the stove, lining the out-of-reach cupboard shelves like the rice on the church steps after a wedding. She left such rooms in a passion of disgust, unable even to think till she reached her own apartment, where the air would be thick with the wholesome odors of Black Flag, Roach-It, and the toxic pastes that were spread on slices of potato and hidden in a hundred cracks whichonly she and the roaches knew about. What follows is what I did persuade him to say something about. If your math, like mine, extends only to a vague familiarity with words like vector, tensor, set, and Riemann space, Mr. Ks glossary should help you determine where the mathematical facts leave off, and the fun-and-fantasy begins. THE VOLCANO DANCES Notevery boy and girl. "Nest-ce pas? Whatdoes exist in the new theology?".
