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GLOM, issue 13, May 1949

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A  n i c e  d o g !
  Lowndes wrote: We might have been painted figures upon a backdrop.  Jacques wrote: We might have been painted pigmies upon a celestial backdrop.  The editor blue-penciled the line!
   Time and again the last half of sentences was clipped off: I shook my head (as the final shoelace was tied).  I threw another branch onto the (photonic) path.  I asked him (more for the sake of hearing my own voice than anything else).  His eyes were fathomless black (olives).  Trying to read its way free (from its tormentor).  Kicking (compulsively).  Paralyzed, (in every fibre).
   Here are some lines that were cut out completely:
   Would it be trite to say it seemed like a thousand years?  So no man has ever lived a thousand years, unless you believe a certain legend about a chap named Methuselah.  But between us we sweated out what seemed 500 years apiece—at least—I’ll swear. /
   If there were people here, they’d be liable to lead-poisoning, no matter what else they might have on the ball.  Not that I had any desire to shoot up this place.  But there’s nothing like a gun in your hand to settle jumping nerves. /
   There was no smell of canine about them, but they’d have passed for super-hounds at any exhibition. /
   “So far as the composition of the walls—perhaps plastic, or perhaps a genuinely solid glass.  Ordinary glass is still essentially a liquid, you know.  But we’ve managed to develop a glass that can’t be broken by a ten-ton truck, or damaged by a hand grenade.  Carry that step far enough, and perhaps you get this stuff.” /
   By means of crude implements known as sails, early man was able to navigate the water ways of our world; when man learn how to make motors, he was able to go independently, move whither he willed on the rivers and seas and lakes of earth, whether or not the winds blew and the currents ran favorably.  **  Reduced to its simplest terms, that is how the Elders traveled space.  Substitute gravitational drags for ocean currents and add atomic motors.  There was much more, of course.  The equipment men needed to live through sea journeys was elementary compared to the complex requirements of preparation for astronautics.
	          * * *
   From all the foregoing evidence, it is evident that the ideal author for Super Science is Ray Bradbury.  His stories have been becoming progressively simpler and simpler, alphabetically laconic.  Take the first 10 paragraphs of I, MARS: The phone rang. *A grey hand lifted the receiver. * “Hello?” * “Hello, Barton?” * “Yes.” * “This is Barton!” * “What?” * “This is Barton!” * “It can’t be.  This phone hasn’t rung in 20 years. *” The old man hung up.
   It is my prediction that Ray will ultimately write a story that will completely satisfy his passion for brevity:

      BOY MEETS GHOUL
      by Ray Bradbury

      Ghoul eats boy.

         The End.

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A n i c e d o g ! Lowndes wrote: We might have been painted figures upon a backdrop. Jacques wrote: We might have been painted pigmies upon a celestial backdrop. The editor blue-penciled the line! Time and again the last half of sentences was clipped off: I shook my head (as the final shoelace was tied). I threw another branch onto the (photonic) path. I asked him (more for the sake of hearing my own voice than anything else). His eyes were fathomless black (olives). Trying to read its way free (from its tormentor). Kicking (compulsively). Paralyzed, (in every fibre). Here are some lines that were cut out completely: Would it be trite to say it seemed like a thousand years? So no man has ever lived a thousand years, unless you believe a certain legend about a chap named Methuselah. But between us we sweated out what seemed 500 years apiece—at least—I’ll swear. / If there were people here, they’d be liable to lead-poisoning, no matter what else they might have on the ball. Not that I had any desire to shoot up this place. But there’s nothing like a gun in your hand to settle jumping nerves. / There was no smell of canine about them, but they’d have passed for super-hounds at any exhibition. / “So far as the composition of the walls—perhaps plastic, or perhaps a genuinely solid glass. Ordinary glass is still essentially a liquid, you know. But we’ve managed to develop a glass that can’t be broken by a ten-ton truck, or damaged by a hand grenade. Carry that step far enough, and perhaps you get this stuff.” / By means of crude implements known as sails, early man was able to navigate the water ways of our world; when man learn how to make motors, he was able to go independently, move whither he willed on the rivers and seas and lakes of earth, whether or not the winds blew and the currents ran favorably. ** Reduced to its simplest terms, that is how the Elders traveled space. Substitute gravitational drags for ocean currents and add atomic motors. There was much more, of course. The equipment men needed to live through sea journeys was elementary compared to the complex requirements of preparation for astronautics. * * * From all the foregoing evidence, it is evident that the ideal author for Super Science is Ray Bradbury. His stories have been becoming progressively simpler and simpler, alphabetically laconic. Take the first 10 paragraphs of I, MARS: The phone rang. *A grey hand lifted the receiver. * “Hello?” * “Hello, Barton?” * “Yes.” * “This is Barton!” * “What?” * “This is Barton!” * “It can’t be. This phone hasn’t rung in 20 years. *” The old man hung up. It is my prediction that Ray will ultimately write a story that will completely satisfy his passion for brevity: BOY MEETS GHOUL by Ray Bradbury Ghoul eats boy. The End.