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Acolyte, v. 3, issue 2, whole no. 11, Summer 1945
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Dark Era And in a flash of vision -- Or was it that he remembered? -- The Protozoan spoke of his children, Fruit of a million years. "They called themselves men," he said. "I call them Paradox. They were a shade lower than the angels. Wisdom was theirs to squander And oh! how scholarly, how ingenious Was their folly!" "'Make the world safe!' they shouted And threatened the world. 'Peace! Peace!' they said and fought for it. 'Peace!' -- and they did unthinkable deeds In the name of their God." In time of the years two stood. All that was left from the West, Healthy and tall with hormones, Fit and well-formed with alphabet vitamins, Fired and struck before he fell, Coughing, curling In vapor swirling From that thrown by the beautiful hand Of all that was left from the East. Well-planned, well-wrought, artistically done, Knowledge and strength and cunning fused, But no one was there to applaud. None There anywhere to see it all, Except perhaps their God. And he was not amused. "It's peaceful now," said the Protozoan. "Man, the hope of the world, Man, the vat mad experiment achieved his peace In the quick flame of holocaust, The slow fire of decay." "Now," said the Protozoan, "The hope of the world is in me And the clean clay." CONQUETES Harry Warner Jr News that Georges H. Gallet has safely survived the war, and plans to resume his efforts to found a professional science-fiction publication in France, makes logical at this time a description of Conquetes, the only stf periodical known up to now in a language other than English. The one issue of Conquetes that appeared never reached newsstands, in France or anywhere else. However, a few copies of that "experimental" issue--which was complete in every detail--were sent to -- 12 --
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Dark Era And in a flash of vision -- Or was it that he remembered? -- The Protozoan spoke of his children, Fruit of a million years. "They called themselves men," he said. "I call them Paradox. They were a shade lower than the angels. Wisdom was theirs to squander And oh! how scholarly, how ingenious Was their folly!" "'Make the world safe!' they shouted And threatened the world. 'Peace! Peace!' they said and fought for it. 'Peace!' -- and they did unthinkable deeds In the name of their God." In time of the years two stood. All that was left from the West, Healthy and tall with hormones, Fit and well-formed with alphabet vitamins, Fired and struck before he fell, Coughing, curling In vapor swirling From that thrown by the beautiful hand Of all that was left from the East. Well-planned, well-wrought, artistically done, Knowledge and strength and cunning fused, But no one was there to applaud. None There anywhere to see it all, Except perhaps their God. And he was not amused. "It's peaceful now," said the Protozoan. "Man, the hope of the world, Man, the vat mad experiment achieved his peace In the quick flame of holocaust, The slow fire of decay." "Now," said the Protozoan, "The hope of the world is in me And the clean clay." CONQUETES Harry Warner Jr News that Georges H. Gallet has safely survived the war, and plans to resume his efforts to found a professional science-fiction publication in France, makes logical at this time a description of Conquetes, the only stf periodical known up to now in a language other than English. The one issue of Conquetes that appeared never reached newsstands, in France or anywhere else. However, a few copies of that "experimental" issue--which was complete in every detail--were sent to -- 12 --
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