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Diosdado scratched his head. Absent-mindedly he pulled two more pennies from the production line in his pocket. Exhausted by this vision Madame Gioconda sank back into her cushion, blowing smoke limply through the holder. April 6—I beat Algernon! I dint even know I beat him until Burt the tester told me. Then the second time I lost because I got so exited I fell off the chair before I finished. But after that I beat him 8 more times. I must be getting smart to beat a smart mouse like Algernon. But I dontfeelsmarter. Purnie ran laughing and shouting through the forest until he could run no more. He fell headlong into a patch of blue moss and whooped with delight in having this day free for exploring. He was free to see the ocean at last. Mars had never had a tobacco industry either. Or booze. The ascetics I had met in India had been Dionysiac compared to this. The girl lowered her hands to her lap gently and straightened her back. If a voice can be said to have color, Susans voice was amber like her hair. Thank you, Susan, said Mrs. Williams. “Yes.” She paused, right elbow cupped in left hand, finger touching her throat. She was still for a moment, looking at nothing. Then the duster fizzed softly on the blackboard, the chalk scraped again. The lesson continued. Clint! Come on in. What have you been doing, anyway—I havent seen you since— There is no lack of either talent or reader interest. But the combining force is not at work. There are no exchange centers of ideas and criticism. We have had such focal centers in the past; my guess is we will have some new ones soon. Because, for all my description of Ladbroke Grove asthe center, it doesnt work that way. Moorcock’s living-room-office isthe place in London now—but the idea sparks are flying between Ladbroke Grove and Oxford; between both of those and the literary magazineAmbit, where George MacBeth and J. G. Ballard publish back-to-back; between MacBeth in London and Redgrove in Leeds, and through them both on BBC-3’s poetry programs, to a whole new audience—while Penguin Books, and, lately, Jonathan Cape have hooked into the process by using good surrealist and nonobjective art for their s-f jackets. Note, too, that that robot you want to follow the Three Laws is to modify the Second Law—obedience—rather extensively with respect to children and idiots, after youve told it how to distinguish between humanoids and chimpanzees. "Tall man," he said. "Not too fat. Not much meat on him at all, really ... " Then twenty-five persons are endangered, Casey admitted. And occasionally it happens. But we have tens of thousands of members, Professor, and new ones coming in daily. We grow slightly faster than they seem able to catch us.” Howard NemerovAn Executive,Esq, Dec. death: Much too late. Yes, you planned to crash your car and doubly indemnify your dear ones. You had the spot picked, but your courage failed you. by Daniel Keyes As his fingers dug into her bare shoulders they seemed to turn to foam rubber, then to air. His face and gray flannel suit seethed iridescently, like a leprous ghosts, then melted and ran. His star, smaller than that of the house but much closer, seared her eyes. When she opened them again there was nothing at all left of the star or Jonathan but a dancing dark after-image like a black tennis ball. #2:I am going to make one big hypothesis—a religious hypothesis —that the emergence of intelligent life is not a meaningless accident. But I am not going to follow orthodox religions by presuming that I know what the meaning is.. . . Let us see how much of the plan we can discover. Blind—deprive of sight; rob of judgement—deceive. Travellers Rest is his first story, although he has published a number of literary-linguistic articles in learned journals in Britain, Europe and the United States.* * * *.
