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What are you doing here? the young woman asked as she secured the grey ropes to the roof of the bunker. $14.87. You little idiot! he screamed, coming at her. "He wants you to get up and be busy, like him," said the cool advice of his Other, his guardian and advisor. "Thats what they all want." Fifteen centigrade, Muller explained shortly. But it just thaws out close to the ocean. The other side of these mountains, theres plenty of snow. You’ll see.” Mangon selected a baffle and listened carefully. The sounds appeared to come from an apartment over a launderette. A battery of washing machines chuntered to themselves, a cash register slammed interminably, there was a dim almost subthreshold echo of 60-cycle hum from an SP record player. So we wonder, what would a man do if he were forced to drive himself further, I mean to the ultimate limit of his physical endurance and the limit of his mental capacity. First alcoholic appreciation. This question struck Ignatz Bulganovs mind. I have been bored; tortured with boredom. So I decided to look back over my life until I found an ambition somewhere—or even just a good intention—and pick it up again and carry it out. The best thing I could find was my old resolve to be a writer. Do you remember when we used to talk about it? But time was wasting. He looked at his wristwatch, put the papers back, closed the drawer, and walked out to the lily pond again. I do. But are you certain the girl wont commit another such crime if her guardian is threatened again? Hes an abstract expressionist. It is the young man who is assumed to be in conflict with his society, who questions its moral and ethical structures, and yet I wonder. Or did I come of age late, very late? Still, when I look back, it was the normal thing to accept things as we found them, to be so concerned with things in their relationship to us that we had no time for wonder about relationships not connected with us. Only later, as man matures, has time to reflect—has something left over from the effort to survive … I asked myself what the hell Tamur meant, for he was an historian and supposedly committed to fact. This was not their Apocalypse. Now, brooded Patrick, the whole of this immense and immemorial undertaking, this monster, this Manual, centres around the product trademark, which is as essential to it as the proton to the atom, the protoplasmic nucleus to the growing cell. The Manual is known by this name. Once thus baptised, the name is sacred. And to deny this book its name, to suggest that its name is wrong, that it should have another name, is to invite the visitation of the Furies, for this is desecration, a charge so sinister that it must rank with defamation of motherhood, or with being against J. Edgar Hoover. Now wait a minute, Forbes. Universal Law forbids— Chico laughed.Not before supper, thanks. Writers outside SF have begun to discover the uses of extrapolative and speculative writing. Inside SF the best people—like Zelazny, like Ballard—are reaching toward poetry, metaphysics, religion, psychiatry, symbolism, and myth as systems through which to explore the nature of man; and reaching, too, for the new techniques of expression being explored in the experimental and avant-garde fringes of the mainstream..
