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Well, he sighs heavily, come along. This world will have to stay stuck in its present stage of development until something happens to Wilo, or he changes his mind.” Before you get too enthusiastic, I said, there are a few points you may have overlooked.” R. C. FITZPATRICK:On the House, F&SF, Nov. Why did you want to know? Its not always good to know these things. One of the very best, the President said with a wry smile. The reason is simply that I have learned, gentlemen, on the highest authority, that I have only a few more hours to live.” I take it that an average training day must leave the men very little free time. So it was every year. For a week, or a month, their house would have music swelling from the windows, there would be new geraniums potted on the porch-rail, new paint on the doors and steps. The clothes on the wire-line changed from harlequin pants to sheath-dresses to hand-made Mexican frocks like white waves breaking behind the house. Inside, the paintings on the walls shifted from imitation Matisse to pseudo-Italian Renaissance. Sometimes, looking up, he would see a woman drying her hair like a bright yellow flag on the wind. Sometimes the flag was black or red. Sometimes the woman was tall, sometimes short, against the sky. But there was never more than one woman at a time. And, at last, a day like today came… The owl and the pussycat went into spaceIn a modified Jupiter C.They took some lox, and standard clocksAnd an ape with a Ph.D.The owl took a sight on the stars above,And sang to the guide beams sound,Oh lovely pussy, oh pussy my love,We should never have left the ground,The ground,The ground!We should never have left the ground.Pussy said to the owl,“Our atmosphere’s foul,And your singing’s upsetting our course.But let us be wedded and compute where we’re headed,We will send our decision in Morse.”So they rocketed gay, the elliptical way,To the land where the fungus grows.And there, as he should, a Martian stood,On a ring instead of his toes,His toes,His toes,On a ring instead of his toes.“Will you loan us your ring, if the owl doesn’t sing?”Telepathed back the Martian,“I will.”So they dragged it away, and were married next day,By some sort of a thing with a gill.They dined on yams and boneless hams,While the Martians espied them in mirth.And hand in hand on the ruddy sand,Each thumbed, his nose at the earth,The earth,The earth,Each thumbed his nose at the earth. I swallowed my comments, and followed her, like Samson in Gaza. The lights went out all over the barracks. Harry Fisher fainted. The Winter Flies Their courtship was secret, their wedding a surprise, then- partnership a miracle in the upper ranks of Russian science. "If she turns up, get in touch," he said. "Merry Christmas, sir," he nodded to me. They left. The golden steps reeled. Some eyes that watched had retinas. Some had crystalline cones. Yet all eyes were fixed upon the golden shape which interpretedThe Glory and Affirmation of Man in the Inter-World Dance Festival of what might have been A.D. 13,582. While were waiting, Bill, I’m sure the folks would like to hear a list of the new records which have already been set in this fifth meeting between the United States and Russia in the Olympic War Games. Our first record came early in the games when the American fifth and sixth squads startled the world with a brilliant demonstration of firepower and shattering the old mark set back in 2042 by killing seven men in just. . .* * * * Yes, said Ian. And thats why he wants to see me again.” Just a little line, whispered the second boy. He drew his fingernail along under his own chin, gently. He nodded to the woman. Tom bent again to see the faint line under either side of her firm white chin, the small almost invisible line where the gills were or had been and were now almost sealed shut, invisible. Exactly. Flopper nodded. Nothing, Mr. Morgan. They are meaningless to the finest engineers and technicians in the United States. You know the old story—suppose you gave a radio to Aristotle? What would he do with it? Where would he find power? And what would he receive with no one to send? It is not that these instruments are complex. They are actually very simple. We simply have no idea of what they can or should do.” Hitchcock looked out. Far below, a thin trail threaded across the crest of a low hill and down a steep slope. The skimmer paused and settled groundwards. The trail became the dragging tracks of a clumsy, struggling animal—the flattish footprints close-spaced and scuffed, as if the feet had not been lifted clear of the snow. And we searched the whole house. Oh, such nice things! Blankets, not tattered and worn, and even an extra one they didnt need. And towels with wash rags that matched—and weren’t rags. And uncracked dishes that matched! And glasses that weren’t jars. And books. And money. Crisp new-looking bills in the little box in the bottom drawer—pushed back under some extra pillow cases. And clothes—lots and lots of clothes. All too big for any of us, of course, but my practiced eye had already visualized this, that and the other cut down to dress us all like rich people..
