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Her hair was very long and it lay on the beach like the threads of an immense harp. The water stroked along the threads and floated them up and let them down, each time in a different fan and silhouette. The hair must have been five or six feet long and now it was strewn on the hard wet sand and it was the color of limes. He was married, she was married and they became unmarried and blended. Their exs gave interviews to the papers wishing them the best', but theirs were rusty words. Ex Mr. Her and Ex Mrs. Him rattled like empty old scabbards. Who listened? Nobody. Even other empty scabbards turned away. For Jason Briar and Monica Ploy cuddled and fondled and tumbled for everyone. All cells rang like bells. DONALD BARTHELME He loaded up again and pushed open what was left of that door. Right away his mouth fell open, because out there on the ground in big red clear block-type letters wasIM HUNGRY! There were even a block-type exclamation point and a block-type underline. And I wound the hours of the night about me, like black thread on a spool. The pre-Korean stories were, by and large, prophetic warnings: end-of-the-world, or atomic-mutation, or back-to-barbarism themes. There are still elements of this, but the emphasis has shifted in a way both hopeful and dismaying. Right here is where those two songs from the 1965 Lehrer album.That Was The Year That Was, would have gone, if they hadnt gotten away. As it is, I can only urge you to go hear (or even buy) the record for yourselves. Well, maybe alittle more than that. The science writer? Bruce Simonds "They all came back sick— " So! It was his portrait. The caretaker had lied. But why? The first time I read Day at the Beach was in one of these workshop sessions. After that, I just waited for someone to print it first, so I could next….* * * * He nodded. No, she said. I have to. I couldnt be sure, else.” —Perhaps the store has closed. Having no wristwatch and having rather lost track of the time, he had no way of knowing. At last, he reasoned that he had become so engrossed in the Thackeray novel that he had simply stopped on one of the upper landings—say, on 8—to finish a chapter and had read on to page 55 without realizing that he was making no progress on the escalators. Everybody laffed and we had a good time and they gave me lots of drinks and Joe said Charlie is a card when hes potted. I dont know what that means but everybody likes me and we have fun. I cant wait to be smart like my best fends Joe Carp and Frank Reilly. There is no need, at this late date, to introduce to anyone the author ofCitizen Tom Paine and “Spartacus.” But for those of you who have not been aware that Americas foremost chronicler of historical rebellion has turned his hand to the literature of contemporary social and scientific revolution as well, I should note here that this and other Fast science-fantasies (mostly from F&SF) are now available in a Bantam Books collection,“Edge of Tomorrow.”* * * *.
