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I also enjoy joggling, performing magic tricks, listening to my hundreds of LPs, and working crossword puzzles. [Some people’s days have more hours than others’—as you will see a bit further on. j.m.]I have often been advised to learn a trade in order to get my mind off my hobbies.* * * * The psychiatrist waved his hand.I found myself with no appointments today, he said. “So I decided to catch up on things Id been putting off. I discharged my assistant. And I came out here.” Melchior said, Oh? He inquired if the assistant hadn’t given satisfaction. “Not for a long time,” said Dr. Colles. “Anyway. Yes, I wanted to ask you—how are those tests working, which I devised for you? Arethey giving satisfaction?” It was another half hour before the rescue ship from Circumluna landed. I spent it looking at earth low on the horizon and watching around for the spider, but I never saw it. 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