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Clems face set like stone. He said, Easy does it. I don’t scatter. Somebody give me an ax. Fortunately, whoever fired the shot had poor aim. "You could take a big jump. Beautiful in German isschön. You'd have to Anglicise the accent a little, give it a long 'a'." By this time it was well past noon and he was getting hungry, but he didnt stop to eat, because there were other things to do. He went out into the pasture and caught up Bess and hitched her to the stoneboat and went down into the woods. I—I dont know. No—yes, I do! Simple human immortality disciplines. Due back when, do you know? At a sign we lay still. Nobody knew where we were, or whether we were ten or a thousand strong, until they fired a flare, a white flare, which went off in the sky with a shaky light. Under that light we must have been as easy to see as cutout silhouettes. A violet flare went up then and—believe me!—it was a dream, every man with half-a-dozen shadows, all dancing, as Mike threw out his hand in the sign that meansForward. Then we charged, muddy-bellied as wild pigs, every one of us with his machine pistol and his grenades. 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. Where the hell that came from I didnt know and didnt like. "He won't take anything I don't want to give." "Two hundred!" Selina was shocked. "Thats as much as they charge at the Scenedow shop in Bond Street." For verse and poetry: toF&SF, especially the contributions by Hilbert Schenck, Jr., and Gordon Dickson; and to Prof. Theodore R. Cogswell and hisconfrères in thePublications of the Institute of Twenty-First Century Studies. 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. Thats the reason everyone is jealous—why they hate me. I always come through, and I can come through better than anyone else. It was a strange thing for him to be thinking, and quite suddenly he knew it was no thought of his, but of this other that was in the room with him. Yes. Ian nodded, and lifted his glass almost as if to the sleet-ghosts to drink the rest of his whiskey..
