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Then there was a knock. This Is Living in 2000, appeared inNewsweek a few months ago. The title approximates Gernsbacks old series in theAir Wonder of thetwenties, and the subject matter (subheadings—”Ersatz Coffee,” Climate Control,” and “Mining the Ocean Floor”) was not much fresher to hardened old readers of s-f. ToNewsweek readers it wasahead of the news. About the same time (the turn of the decade)The New York Times Magazine published“Brave World of the Year 2000,” andThis Week produced a pushbutton-happy two pages called“Get Set for the Happy New Decade.” AndEsquire, in its fat gold Christmas issue for 1959, included an article by David Schoenbrun called“1960: Birth of a Century,” which was as thoughtful and comprehensive a piece of extrapolative writing as one would wish to see these days. I walked across the damp terrace to where Leonora lay. I began to cover her with the shreds of canvas, the torn faces of herself. How far is his Schyler Island farm from here? 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? Going back to Tirellian, eh? Thank you, said Miss Hutton. There was a twitch in the crinkled lid of one pink eye. Dobbs opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, much like a freshly caught fish.Good heavens! gott(immensely startled, but controlling himself with some courage): Who are you? How dare you bring your brabblement into my court? As with Braxa, and as the example in the Temple. Quincannon had taken the cat-and-mouse conversation to its limit. In fact, he may have taken it too far. It depended on whether Burgade and Pauline Dupree had made contact and, if so, they had settled their differences and divvied up the Rideout extortion money and where she was now and what her plans were. For all Quincannon knew, she was tucked up in a cabin right here on theIsland Star. Or, worse, a prospect that grated on him like sandpaper, shed concluded her business with Burgade last night and was on her way to Sacramento, perhaps already there and on board an eastbound train. What I want to know is, why cant we do as much for the pigs? he demanded of Nan, ignoring, as always except when it suited him, Ash’s presence. Hogs are way down; I could get me some bred sows cheap. He could work his hocus-pocus—I can just see what litters they’d have.” I grew quickly engaged. ROBERT J. TILLEY The starfish reclined (one might say) near the top of the jar, one finger hidden by the punctured lid, one stretched languidly sideways along the ridge where the glass curved, and three almost straight down. Infinitesimally, one of the lower fingers was edging upwards. I dont believe Mother could have noticed this movement and certainly she couldnt have had time to examine or understand the waving suckers, yet gall touched her tongue and even her knees paled. I saw she saw the world in that jar, caught in that abyss, sour sea water all over it, and she, without wanting to, drinking its juices ... or me. Was it me she thought she looked at? Opposites reflecting each other, he all digits and he of none, or rather one? Whichever it was, I saw, in the shape of her lips, that the taste of death (or life) was on them and I held my breath. Suddenly I thought of the woman with the baby in the park. If Frenchy couldnt help the Leader, perhaps hed go. Perhaps they'd lead a better life..
