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Then they took care to plaster the jacket with quotes fromrespectable literary names—all clearly “non-science-fiction” people, except the acceptable exception, Bradbury— saying, “It falls into no genre, certainly not science fiction,” and “It is not, really, a futuristic novel.” (Plus one from old friend Amis, who says, “… a serious and imaginative novel….”) "Whats it all about now?" I asked. Why wont he? Finally he got up, washed, shaved and put on a clean shirt. He took $200, put the rest back under the sink and went to see his wife in the hospital.* * * * You see, Mangon, Hector and I are very old friends. You know what I mean, of course? She waited for Mangon, who had swept out a thousand honeymoon hotel suites, to nod and then continued, How well I remember that first season at Bayreuth, when Hector and I…” Are you certain that it is the same one? All right. And then the way to answer the question changed. Now you had to pick out an answer. Like,Most people who hit someone with their car at night would (a) report to the police first (b) give first aid (c) make a getaway if possible. Well, any damn fool would know it was the last. In fact, anyone but a damn fool would do just that. Thats whathe did that time.(c) "About two hundred." It was only later, much later, that I found the goonie could also be trained for work of various kinds. I accepted this, too, in the same spirit we trained colts on the farm to ride, to pull the plow, to work. He runs on the nights the moon is big. Three or four nights out of the month. He doesnt run the main highways, just these back-country roads—the long straight paved stretches where he can really wind that thing up. Lord God, he goes through towns like a rocket. From reports we got, he runs the whole night through, and this is one way he comes, one way or the other, maybe two, three times before moonset. We got to get him. He’s got folks laughing at us. Dazed, the doctor felt for the swollen lymph nodes and failed to find them. He stared in amazement as the hemorrhages seemed to fade from the childs skin. Thirty minutes later Mary Castle was a pink and glowing little girl, playing happily in the examining room as they waited for the emergency blood-count report. It was impossible, and Dr. Olie knew it, but the blood count had returned to normal. Two days later the child was exuberantly healthy, eating vast quantities of food and demanding to go back to school. On the contrary. Your devotion to the lady is completely unwarranted. She is, in fact, no lady, but exactly what I accused her of being — a schemer, an extortionist, and a cold-blooded murderess. Maxill looked disgusted.I suppose hed be happy with a horse or a mule. Leaving Dr. Faustroll (and possibly his creator) to further examinations of infinity and The Infinite, we discern a mote on the space horizon, which grows and—no, it is not a bird, not a man, not Superman—but the spaceliner coming in from New Earth . . .* * * *.
