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It was Greenwich Village I finally settled upon. Then the doctor asked Mose straight out how he came to find it and Mose told him exactly how it happened. But he didnt tell him anything about the birdcage, for when he thought about it, it sounded so fantastic that he couldn’t bring himself to tell it. Just finding the critter and having it here was bad enough, without throwing in the birdcage. Lillian, she told me one day when it was our turn to supervise the playground again. Ive been a teacher a long, long time.” She was breathing in the dust like the purest mountain air, and her eyes darted around, from plain habit, so that no corner escaped her. She frowned. “I don’t like that Sansoni boy talking to those third graders,” she said. She collared a passing pupil. “Go tell Billy Sansoni I said to play by the big boys.” She turned to me. “Billy’s going to be just like his daddy.” She shook her head fatalistically. Bad blood in the family.” If this sounds like a travelogue, its just because it is. I doubt that anyone who read Desertion when it was first published in Astounding, or later as part of the prize-winning book. City, has ever quite forgotten the fresh tingling scent of that ammonia storm… . Mangon, for heavens sake, what was it? Don’t throw it away! Tell me! She tried to climb under the wooden superstructure of the baffle to recover the note, but Mangon restrained her and quickly scribbled another message:Adam and Eve. Sorry. God, I think that everyday. Thank God, I say to myself, or where would we be now. Dead of starvation thats where. First there was a dim glow, at an indefinite distance. It grew bigger and brighter, yet refused to shape itself into any pattern that my mind could recognize. The diffuse glow concentrated into myriad spots, until it seemed that a constellation was sailing toward me. So might the rising star clouds of the galaxy appear from some world close to the heart of the Milky Way. Thats not important. What’sreally important is that I’m trying to warn you. Your life is in danger. No, you cant. Kennett’s Inn is a temporary temperance house. I told him I used to be a writer. I told him how Alice threw that stone which hit me on the head on the beach that day. Certainly, to theoutsider majority, and sometimes even to the “ins,” both words are definable more in terms of costume than anything else . . . unless the something else is status. No one calls Picasso a “beatnik,” and it is not just the absence of beard that sets him apart from other wearers of sandals and turtlenecks. The inexplicable terror returned to Mariana with compulsive intensity. I still stand by those words, but there were angles I hadnt thought of—and which, unfortunately, other people have. I was about to call the surface when I saw something incredible. It had been before my eyes all the time, but I had not realized it until now. Literature, passive. The great silent mass of roaches regarded Marcia calmly, and it seemed to the distracted girl that she could readtheir thoughts, their thought rather, for they had but a single thought. She could read it as clearly as she could read the illuminated billboard for Chock-Full-O-Nuts outside her window. It was delicate as music issuing from a thousand tiny pipes. It was an ancient musicbox opened after centuries of silence: We love you we love you we love you. The surgeon flushed angrily.Doctor, you know quite well what Im trying to say. No one is questioning thefact of your—ah—success in practice, if it is a fact. It’s your methods that are under scrutiny. Damon KnightTime Enough,Amz, July. (Later, bending over it, I heard a hum like that of a forgotten radio whose station has signed off for the night— the very sound of emptiness. It was the only noise the thing made.) Right, John, it promises to be an exciting day, so stay tuned to this station for full coverage..
