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Possibly by the time SF 13comes out (on a Friday, one trusts) I will be able to do more than just mention artists like Esher, Paolozzi, and Colin Self And theres a whole stack of clippings and jottings on psychedelic art', posters and buttons and the 'underground press'. And I never did squeeze in any mention of La Jetée,or the incredible experience of Ed Emshwiller's Relativity,or the sad bust of Fahrenheit 451;but I can at least note here that Ballantine has done a fine paperback from Juliet of the Spirits,with the original script, a transcript of the final scenario, and a fascinating interview with Fellini. Their faces filled his mind as he climbed over the bodies and returned to his bunker. As he walked toward the blocks he saw the figures of his wife and son standing in his path. They were less than ten yards from him, their white faces watching him with a look of almost overwhelming expectancy. Never had Traven seen them so close to the blocks. His wifes pale features seemed illuminated from within, her lips parted as if in greeting, one hand raised to take his own. His son’s grave face, with its curiously fixed expression, regarded him with, the same enigmatic smile of the child in the photograph. But none of them laughed at his quip. The others looked to the President, who said finally, after gazing out the window and then at each of them in turn: It could have been done entirely with out-of-town datelines like Washington, London and Moscow—there were plenty of such stories already in type under yesterdays date—but the publisher and president of the paper had decided that the overall lead had to be an undated one, so-called, written from the point of view of the date of the newspaper: “today,” meaning tomorrow. You know I never do. Only until they give the name, and Im sure it isn’t you, or someone I know. A sort of black lightning had entered the small foyer. It was abruptly obvious to the watching Tyburn, as to the three below, that the first of them to lay hands on Ian would be the first to find the hands of the Dorsai soldier upon him—and those hands were death. Hello, Featherface, were still around, Jim said. Mrs. Cordice called you a name.Krebs, wasn’t it? Just who in hell are you?” Around that time, I cant exactly remember dates, the gods began visiting me each night They looked so harried, I worried. The tripon thought Purnies feat was superb. It stopped munching long enough to give him a salutory wag of its rump before returning to its repast. Still not convinced, eh? No, I dont mind. I was at home the entire evening. I Are you sure its safe here? The creature fled, bounding out the door on all fours. Hitchcock grabbed the broom and chased it as far as the hall, until it disappeared around a comer. Hemisphere News. Hemisphere News Service, Warren Casey yawned. Fer crissakes, we gonna stand here all day? I gotta deadline.” It does seem about time to reopen the question (imaginative or speculative) of magic in general...* * * * Charles CottrellJack of No Trades,Amz, Aug. Reese gritted his teeth.This is an unusual planet, he said earnestly, hoping the man would pause and begin to doubt. “That is, its orbit is unusual.” The President had known for some weeks that the end was approaching. So had the State Department and, abroad, 10 Downing Street, the Quai DOrsay, the Vatican and the Kremlin. Computers in all the capitals had been working at top speed, 24 hours a day, looking for a flaw, a way out, anything. The computers—Communist, neutral and Western—agreed there was no way out. There was nothing Earth could do to save itself. These were my words. It is only an expression— Your Devoted Servant,John.
