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Vanguard Boojum page twelve (En Passant - continued) Stefantasy A splendid issue, Mildew, and let me emit an anguished neigh on the proposition that you run naught but ads in the book. "Nut That Holds The Steering Wheel" requires little more comment than a vigorous up-and-down motion of the head. However, my dictionary gives "civilization" as "the act of civilizing, or state of being civilized; the state of being refined in manners from the rudeness of savage life, and improved in the arts and learning." No degree of aforementioned "refinement" and improvement" having been stated, we'll have to admit that Homo Tewler's slugging fellow Has with certain complicated machines, such as automobiles, do constitute a certain refinement over the savage's club or piece of jagged rock. Moreover, even to drive a horseless carriage as incompletely as many persons do still requires a degree of "improvement in the arts and learning" over our beknighted savage, who couldn't make the damn thing run at all. The desirability factor is something else again. Your point about confinement to underground cities removing what little "beauty" exists, which same is supposed to make "life" worth the effort, would hold only in isolated individual cases, I fear. HT is a highly adaptabile cuss, and, moreover, is inclined to build his standards of "beauty" from his environment. (This is a gross oversimplification.) Thus a few generations knowing nothing but this mole-like world would have different ideas as to what "beauty" was, and how little of it (sic) would be necessary to make it worth the effort of continued breathing, etc. Remember "Brave New World" and the infants preconditioned to find books and flowers unbearably ugly? John Michel and I wrote about such an underground civilization as this in our story "The Inheritors", dealing with an isolated "fortress" at a time when it was completely breaking down and all idea of who (or what) they were fighting, or why they were fighting, had long been forgotten. (Quien sabe, maybe The Enemy will arise out of after-products of atomic bombs -- and recall descriptions of parts of the desert areas where the bombs were first used, I believe, which had been fused into huge areas of glass? We'n HGWells -- ) (Why, Bill -- I thought everybody knew that the Japanese never even thought of bombing cities -- despite their axis-partners' examples -- until the wicked Americans suddenly shoved Pearl Harbor under a load of bombs they were just dropping over the oceanarium to see the pretty splashes!) Announcement Well, at least i can be read. Googol On the other hand -- I'd like to be able to praise the 1st issue of a new publication, but, first of all there's the semi-legible dittoing (for all the neatness of layout, etc); second the "art" in the worst "fan" tradition, and finally I find a lack of interest in the contents. Sorry -- try again! Joe's Jottings Cover is superb. (Do you suppose he could possibly be aiming it at anyone I know?) Contents have already been dealt with in the official organ. "Gleaning from the Letter Box" not only did not amuse, but in themselves constitute a powerful argument against the proposition of admitting "fans"; this type of letter is more the rule than the exception with "young fans". Hart's poem mildly amusing -- and I must confess I cannot see any reason for it's having been omitted fromLyon's anthology; the difference in quality of both text and form isn't that great.
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Vanguard Boojum page twelve (En Passant - continued) Stefantasy A splendid issue, Mildew, and let me emit an anguished neigh on the proposition that you run naught but ads in the book. "Nut That Holds The Steering Wheel" requires little more comment than a vigorous up-and-down motion of the head. However, my dictionary gives "civilization" as "the act of civilizing, or state of being civilized; the state of being refined in manners from the rudeness of savage life, and improved in the arts and learning." No degree of aforementioned "refinement" and improvement" having been stated, we'll have to admit that Homo Tewler's slugging fellow Has with certain complicated machines, such as automobiles, do constitute a certain refinement over the savage's club or piece of jagged rock. Moreover, even to drive a horseless carriage as incompletely as many persons do still requires a degree of "improvement in the arts and learning" over our beknighted savage, who couldn't make the damn thing run at all. The desirability factor is something else again. Your point about confinement to underground cities removing what little "beauty" exists, which same is supposed to make "life" worth the effort, would hold only in isolated individual cases, I fear. HT is a highly adaptabile cuss, and, moreover, is inclined to build his standards of "beauty" from his environment. (This is a gross oversimplification.) Thus a few generations knowing nothing but this mole-like world would have different ideas as to what "beauty" was, and how little of it (sic) would be necessary to make it worth the effort of continued breathing, etc. Remember "Brave New World" and the infants preconditioned to find books and flowers unbearably ugly? John Michel and I wrote about such an underground civilization as this in our story "The Inheritors", dealing with an isolated "fortress" at a time when it was completely breaking down and all idea of who (or what) they were fighting, or why they were fighting, had long been forgotten. (Quien sabe, maybe The Enemy will arise out of after-products of atomic bombs -- and recall descriptions of parts of the desert areas where the bombs were first used, I believe, which had been fused into huge areas of glass? We'n HGWells -- ) (Why, Bill -- I thought everybody knew that the Japanese never even thought of bombing cities -- despite their axis-partners' examples -- until the wicked Americans suddenly shoved Pearl Harbor under a load of bombs they were just dropping over the oceanarium to see the pretty splashes!) Announcement Well, at least i can be read. Googol On the other hand -- I'd like to be able to praise the 1st issue of a new publication, but, first of all there's the semi-legible dittoing (for all the neatness of layout, etc); second the "art" in the worst "fan" tradition, and finally I find a lack of interest in the contents. Sorry -- try again! Joe's Jottings Cover is superb. (Do you suppose he could possibly be aiming it at anyone I know?) Contents have already been dealt with in the official organ. "Gleaning from the Letter Box" not only did not amuse, but in themselves constitute a powerful argument against the proposition of admitting "fans"; this type of letter is more the rule than the exception with "young fans". Hart's poem mildly amusing -- and I must confess I cannot see any reason for it's having been omitted fromLyon's anthology; the difference in quality of both text and form isn't that great.
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