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Comet, v. 1, issue 2, March-April 1941

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THE COMET      PAGE 6

awed[?] his face at its heat     forced a liquid to bubble. Little purple beads spouted from the container; intense with concentration he moved a little jerkily, and spilled a test tube into the bubbling turmoil. A terrific blast of white-hot heat shattered his conciousness! A spear of lightning pierced every cell of his body! His mind was enveloped in a flaming holocaust! He staggered back, gasping and chokning for suddenly scarce oxegen.

"My God, I'm blind....blind!" he mumbled brokenly[?]. Thoughts like myriad worms burrowed through the recesses of his mind. His memories flashed like phantasmagory before him; now his wife would finally have the last word.....at least his boss would have an excuse to fire him....well, that was the result of using big words....but it was not himself he was thinking of....but Sarah. He drew his hand from before his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Somehow he could not see the ceiling clearly; the light in the burner was flickering and dying. he dimly remembered there had been enough fuel left for an hour, his state had been comatose the n for quite a while. The table seemed vague, he could see THROUGH IT! He stumbled to his feet! He could see through the walls, through everysolid object, which habit told him was solid, as though it were.....yes, what? The table was composed of multitudinous, tiny, active organisms; through the floor he could see -- through the organisms -- the living room, and below that the cellar, even the earth was a great seething mass. But this repulsed his penetrating eye. He chuckled deep within his chest as his wife entered the room.

"Why Paul, what happened? Was there an explosion? Why," she approached him, "your eyes are all purple! What happened?"

He chucked again, for he could see into and through her, the process of digestion, blood control, even the funny habit of rolling and clucking her tongue, were visible to him.

"Stop that idiotic annoying laughter, Paul Dunlap! Are you alright? Can you see?"

"SEE! The magic word! SEE! Not view, observe, or look on, but SEE! In the excitement of the moment he forgot large words. He began another deep chuckle submerged in the depth of his chest,and as it reached his peak he realized the tremendous force he possessed, the various possibilities of his state of being.

No more days at the office, no more odious hypocrisy, no more foetid[?] miasma of pretension. He could see in, his sight was an irruption, a scientific hyperbole, but a truth. he had no walls to contain his sight, no bonds to bind him. He could look through anything or anyone, and his peculiarity was permanent. This he could feel. Nothing could maintain his sight! What a power he had!

And when they led him to the asylum, and he protested as always to their imbecilic fallacy, the gates closed with a final click on the man who could look through the strongest walls, the stoutest barrier. But he could only look!

--YE OLDE ENDE--

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THE COMET PAGE 6 awed[?] his face at its heat forced a liquid to bubble. Little purple beads spouted from the container; intense with concentration he moved a little jerkily, and spilled a test tube into the bubbling turmoil. A terrific blast of white-hot heat shattered his conciousness! A spear of lightning pierced every cell of his body! His mind was enveloped in a flaming holocaust! He staggered back, gasping and chokning for suddenly scarce oxegen. "My God, I'm blind....blind!" he mumbled brokenly[?]. Thoughts like myriad worms burrowed through the recesses of his mind. His memories flashed like phantasmagory before him; now his wife would finally have the last word.....at least his boss would have an excuse to fire him....well, that was the result of using big words....but it was not himself he was thinking of....but Sarah. He drew his hand from before his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Somehow he could not see the ceiling clearly; the light in the burner was flickering and dying. he dimly remembered there had been enough fuel left for an hour, his state had been comatose the n for quite a while. The table seemed vague, he could see THROUGH IT! He stumbled to his feet! He could see through the walls, through everysolid object, which habit told him was solid, as though it were.....yes, what? The table was composed of multitudinous, tiny, active organisms; through the floor he could see -- through the organisms -- the living room, and below that the cellar, even the earth was a great seething mass. But this repulsed his penetrating eye. He chuckled deep within his chest as his wife entered the room. "Why Paul, what happened? Was there an explosion? Why," she approached him, "your eyes are all purple! What happened?" He chucked again, for he could see into and through her, the process of digestion, blood control, even the funny habit of rolling and clucking her tongue, were visible to him. "Stop that idiotic annoying laughter, Paul Dunlap! Are you alright? Can you see?" "SEE! The magic word! SEE! Not view, observe, or look on, but SEE! In the excitement of the moment he forgot large words. He began another deep chuckle submerged in the depth of his chest,and as it reached his peak he realized the tremendous force he possessed, the various possibilities of his state of being. No more days at the office, no more odious hypocrisy, no more foetid[?] miasma of pretension. He could see in, his sight was an irruption, a scientific hyperbole, but a truth. he had no walls to contain his sight, no bonds to bind him. He could look through anything or anyone, and his peculiarity was permanent. This he could feel. Nothing could maintain his sight! What a power he had! And when they led him to the asylum, and he protested as always to their imbecilic fallacy, the gates closed with a final click on the man who could look through the strongest walls, the stoutest barrier. But he could only look! --YE OLDE ENDE--