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Did you ever read what they call Science Fiction.  It's a scream.
It is written like this: ``I check out with K 19 on Aldabaran III,
and stepped out through the crummalite hatch on my 22 Model Sirus
Hardtop.  I cocked the timejector in secondary and waded through the
bright blue manda grass.  My breath froze into pink pretzels.  I
flicked on the heat bars and the Brylls ran swiftly on five legs
using their other two to send out crylon vibrations.  The pressure
was almost unbearable, but I caught the range on my wrist computer
through the transparent cysicites.  I pressed the trigger.  The thin
violet glow was icecold against the rust-colored mountains.  The
Brylls shrank to half an inch long and I worked fast stepping on
them with the poltex.  But it wasn't enough.  The sudden brightness
swung me around and the Fourth Moon had already risen.  I had
exactly four seconds to hot up the disintegrator and Google had told
me it wasn't enough.  He was right.''

They pay brisk money for this crap?

Raymond Chandler to H. N. Swanson, March 14, 1953

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