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I beg your pardon? Herminia came over to him from the hut and he put his arm around her, saying: So nobody, corporal, a recruit sitting on the end bunk answered. So the lights went out. Then they come back on. So who knows? Maybe the Army aint paying its light bills. I had a landlady back in Brooklyn who usta do the same thing anytime I got late with her rent mon…” He and Semary rested the body along the trunk for a moment and then dragged it to the bank between them. J. G. The man—another of those eager young scientist-candidates—didnt seem to understand the question. The Floppers? he wondered uncertainly, then nodded. Your rose. I saw the point. I began almost to like my consex, even though the sensation it could give was disturbingly overwhelming. But the boy turned away after a cursory examination. He said nothing. Edited by Judith Merril "Huh?" Then I remembered the golden slang. "Oh, sure. First cousins. Brothers if you want." That night I was with the guerrillas—I was one of the free men—and Mike was leading us; a good man. There were thirty of us with him that night. We had to raid an enemy dump for dynamite, fuses, detonators. When we went through the woods the rain beat on the leaves so that nobody could hear us. It was late when we got out of the trees and crawled up the slope. Mike cut the wire and stabbed a sentry in the throat with a broad-bladed butchers knife. Do this right and a man’s lungs fill up with blood. He dies with nothing more than a cough. The desert was a carpet of endless orange, bulging from the sweepings of centuries beneath it. Rex LardnerAmerican Plan,F&SF, May. He has wandered through most of Europe, has a speaking acquaintance with at least five languages; he is married to his high-school girl friend, the poet and co-editor of City,Marilyn Hacker, and they live anywhere: London, San Francisco, Greece, the East Village— well, mostly New York. He can look natural in a tux, but prefers one earring and a psychedelic red weskit. remembered Most of the smoke had cleared. The heavy silence was broken occasionally by distant groans, staccato coughs. All around him, down the curve he would walk, on the other freeways that snaked so gracefully below him, in among the rows of dusty cars, he saw people sprawled, hunched, prone on the center strip, folded over fenders, hanging out windows, wheezing, staring, stunned..
