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How do I get to it? Will ya quit needling me, for crysake? I told ya Id pay it back. But he didnt do it, for the plant intrigued him. It was a kind he’d never seen before and he decided he would let it grow, for a while at least, to see what kind it was. It was a bulky, fleshy plant, with heavy, dark-green, curling leaves, and it reminded him in some ways of the skunk cabbage that burgeoned in the woods come spring. (And seriously three more: William S. Burroughs, of Naked Lunch, etc.; John Gunther, Inside author; Alan Watts, Zen philosopher-theologian.) A cold wind blew over the fence of Heinies space road and the stars wavered and then fled before it like diamond leaves. AUTHOR: ROBERT D. TSCHIRGI Egan raised an eyebrow.Did she show you this alleged letter? TheWorld-Telegram also found room for half a dozen human-interest stories. There was the one about the bank president who had been told confidentially by his friend the Secretary of the Treasury about the imminent end, and who had amused himself by taking a tellers place and giving away vast sums of money, including a quarter million or so to a bank robber who had threatened to blow up the place with nitroglycerine but who obviously was an amateur with a little jar of water. There were the stories of the publisher who had given the beatnik poet a $15,000advance on an impossible sheaf of nonverses, and of the partner in Tiffany’s who, pretending to be a clerk, had sold a little boy a seven-thousand-dollar necklace for a dollar fourteen. Monica shivered, wet her lips twice and told him. Or of the pied-à-terre. … But science, theyre still telling us, has caught up with science fiction….” Or: “What are you guys gonna write about now you got space flight?” "Chewing. Inside of the mouth. It helps." Throw a dust sheet over the jeepster, he directed a mechanic. "They need me again. There must be desperate problems to be solved. Or the Leaders madness is getting worse. Or both. Thats why I felt if I could disappear for a month it would be all right. By that time no one could have cleared up the mess." She lit a cigarette, passed it to me and lit one for herself. I sat savoring my egg the next morning, letting my thoughts slip in and out of my mind to the rhythm of my jaws. What a funny dream to have, to talk with a silver-voiced someone. To talk about the way blowing clouds and windy moonlight felt. But it wasnt a dream! I paused with my fork raised. At least not my dream. But how can you tell? If you’re part of someone else’s dream, can it still be real for you? Have to get out of here, he said. But he was edging slowly, moving his feet carefully, as though he thought this was making him invisible. "Any Camiroi citizen is competent to do any job on the planet of Camiroi," said one of the Camiroi men (we learned later that his name was Talarium). "Otherwise Camiroi would be in a sad shape.".
