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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943

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   "Never to win too soon--THAT IS THE FORMULA! Hope for Mankind must be lost -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! Three dauntless heroes must rise -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! Like three damn fools they go forth -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! One must be slain by the Things -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! One must be martyred for Man -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! One must return with the tale -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! The World must consider him mad -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! ...."
   On & interminably on the fanatic voices droned their endless litany. Alicia jammed her fingers into her ears to shut out the din. Then, high in the star-strewn heavens above the onrushing hosts of Evil, she glimpsed a wraith-like figure, smugly bowing, its lips moving. She thot she could read the words:
       "THE WORLD MUST BE SAVED!"*
   "Edmond Hamilton!" she murmured awedly. "This is his Masterpiece."
   Rap's worried face poked over her shoulder. Rap's hand seized her by the arm. "Come on," he said. "We'll watch it from Television Hill. It isn't safe here."
   From the truncated cone of rubble that was Television Hill, Alicia looked down on Armageddon. As far as the eye could see, & farther, the armies reached. Gathered on that vast plain, the villains of all fantasy battled against the heroes, while at their side sirens fought heroines in a struggle to the end. Infinity warred with infinity -- & over it all brooded the mad-eyed wraith of Hamilton, like a great, dark vulture over the tom of the last man. 
   Now it seemed to her that the two armies were disintegrating, granulating, breaking into little knots of men & women. She looked down on the army of Good that lay in a sprawling stain on the plain at their feet. It had grouped in equilateral triangles, closely packed, forming one huge wedge which pressed forward toward the foe. Three heroic men formed the apices of each triangle; three ravishing women were its sides. & now she could see that in the onrushing hordes of Evil it was the same. At the vortex of the great wedge strode Azrell of Zur'Dlan, Earani at one marble shoulder, Antinea at the other. Basing the triangle, Nimir & Dracula stalked & between them, her green eyes burning eerily, rode Vekyra** astride her monster tiger.
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* You'd think he would've reformed after that, eh? **Who?

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32 "Never to win too soon--THAT IS THE FORMULA! Hope for Mankind must be lost -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! Three dauntless heroes must rise -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! Like three damn fools they go forth -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! One must be slain by the Things -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! One must be martyred for Man -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! One must return with the tale -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! The World must consider him mad -- THAT IS THE FORMULA! ...." On & interminably on the fanatic voices droned their endless litany. Alicia jammed her fingers into her ears to shut out the din. Then, high in the star-strewn heavens above the onrushing hosts of Evil, she glimpsed a wraith-like figure, smugly bowing, its lips moving. She thot she could read the words: "THE WORLD MUST BE SAVED!"* "Edmond Hamilton!" she murmured awedly. "This is his Masterpiece." Rap's worried face poked over her shoulder. Rap's hand seized her by the arm. "Come on," he said. "We'll watch it from Television Hill. It isn't safe here." From the truncated cone of rubble that was Television Hill, Alicia looked down on Armageddon. As far as the eye could see, & farther, the armies reached. Gathered on that vast plain, the villains of all fantasy battled against the heroes, while at their side sirens fought heroines in a struggle to the end. Infinity warred with infinity -- & over it all brooded the mad-eyed wraith of Hamilton, like a great, dark vulture over the tom of the last man. Now it seemed to her that the two armies were disintegrating, granulating, breaking into little knots of men & women. She looked down on the army of Good that lay in a sprawling stain on the plain at their feet. It had grouped in equilateral triangles, closely packed, forming one huge wedge which pressed forward toward the foe. Three heroic men formed the apices of each triangle; three ravishing women were its sides. & now she could see that in the onrushing hordes of Evil it was the same. At the vortex of the great wedge strode Azrell of Zur'Dlan, Earani at one marble shoulder, Antinea at the other. Basing the triangle, Nimir & Dracula stalked & between them, her green eyes burning eerily, rode Vekyra** astride her monster tiger. _____________________________ * You'd think he would've reformed after that, eh? **Who?