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The United States Federal Government knew—or, at least, the most responsible officers of that government knew—that Chien’s equations led to interstellar travel, just as Einstein’s equations had led to atomic energy. Normally, the United States would never have allowed Dr. Ch’ien to attend the International Physicists Conference in Peiping. But diplomacy has its rules, too. She was so astonished that she gaped. Mangon steered their way among these, searching for LeGrandes master suite, where anything of a really confidential nature took place. "Have you told the golden youve got him a ship?" Kamiko was the young Japanese woman who, as an abandoned immigrant child, had been given shelter by the Wellmans and become their ward. Now that she had matured, she acted as their housekeeper— by her choice, for Amity and Burton considered her their daughter, not a servant. She was well named, Amity had said once, for the English translation of Kamiko was superior child. Unfortunately, Anthony Boucher is no longer reviewing SF regularly enough to continue his annual surveys for these anthologies. I did not seek to replace him (as how could one, in any case?) this year, because at the time I received his regrets, I had just started, myself, to do reviews for Fantasy and Science Fiction—the same column Boucher had brightened with his unique style and erudition for the first ten years of the magazines history. I cannot speak comprehensively of the 1964 books: I started too late for that. But there are some comments I can make on the basis of the past six months, and one of them is about the books that are sent to a magazine with a name like Fantasy and Science Fiction. "Now, wait a minute!" Gott took a pull of martini water, but he felt lonely and impotent. He peeped over the edge of his Plutarch at the darkness below the sofa and grinned with new hope as he saw the huge flat blob of black putty the Jester and Flannel had collapsed into.Im on a black kick, he thought,why black?— choosing to forget that he had first started to sculpt figures of the imagination from the star-specked blackness that pulsed under his eyelids while he lay in the dark abed: tiny black heads like wrinkled peas on which any three points of light made two eyes and a mouth. Hed come a long way since then. Now with strong rays from his eyes he rolled all the black putty he could see into a woman-long bolster and hoisted it onto the sofa. The bolster helped with blind sensuous hitching movements, especially where it bent at the middle. When it was lying full length on the sofa he began with cruel strength to sculpt it into the figure of a high-breasted exaggeratedly sexual girl. ROBERT M. GREEN, JR.:No Place Like Where, F&SF, May. Its all my fault, said Gus, for putting all my pegs in one casket.”* * * *ATOMIC FISSION She did not move. But the more I think of it the more it seems to me that fear and hatred are the two sides of the same coin. I keep trying to think back, to re-create the moment when I saw it standing at the foot of my bed in the fishing shack. I keep trying to drag out of my memory a clear picture of what it looked like, whether behind that chitinous face and the two gently waving antennae there was any evidence of fear and anger. But the clearer the memory becomes, the more I seem to recall a certain wonderful dignity and repose. Not fear and not anger. "On the salary Im paying you?" This was the first Id heard of any of this; that was my first reaction. My second, which I didn't voice, was, Then why the hell don't you take that ship and sell it somehow! Over forty and self-employed, the most romantic become monetarily practical. Leo spoke from behind.Yes, I did it. Take me and let them go. His voice was high and shaky too. Muller snorted.Oh, theyre out there. But it’s a lot of land, and not many floppers. Our last census put it at about one for every twenty square miles. And without a body heat spotter, half the time you don’t see em. He handed Hitchcock a pair of sun goggles. He sealed the auditorium doors behind him, made his way down to the foyer and stepped out, sad but at the same time oddly exhilarated, into the cool midnight air. At last he accepted that he would have to act swiftly if he was to save Madame Gioconda. Pete! the nearest women shrilled, and he walked straight into the room, arms around two girls, hugging them tight. Hows my sweetheart? Susy, you look good enough to eat, but I had it for lunch. George, you pirate”-he let go both girls, grabbed a bald blushing little man and thumped him on the arm- “you were great, sweetheart, I mean it, really great. Now HEAR THIS!” he shouted, over all the voices that were clamoring Pete this, Pete that. Frenchy grinned, accepting the fag. "I ought to flash it about more often.".
