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Comet, v. 1, issue 1, January-February 1940

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VOYAGE VIA VERISMILITUDE
by John Reitrof

[Illustration of a rocky landscape with a pile of gems sitting in a valley signed Tom Wright.]

"It was a beautiful glen of cubes, circles, spires."

A fantasy yarn that will set you thinking...dreaming of far off places...of far off times. A vivid word picture.
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It was one of those warm nights when the very air seems to intericate you with fragrant odors of entrancing herbs, the penetrating fragrance from close blooms; and it was also one of those nights that you are tempted to have a sip or two from that delicious, most intoxicating old vintage, "still-champagne".

Phil Verbl was stretched out on his couch, taking in the beautiful stars that seemed to be made for him alone on this special night. Special? I should say! He was in love, enraptured with the most beautiful girl ever-created. She came just up to his shoulder, had jet hair that seemed to dance in the light as with the fires from a thousand jewels. Her eyes were a deep mysterious mid-night blue, the most beautiful he had ever gazed into. One's whole being simply melted away before the gaze of these wonderous, dazzling pools. It was so

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VOYAGE VIA VERISMILITUDE by John Reitrof [Illustration of a rocky landscape with a pile of gems sitting in a valley signed Tom Wright.] "It was a beautiful glen of cubes, circles, spires." A fantasy yarn that will set you thinking...dreaming of far off places...of far off times. A vivid word picture. ************************* It was one of those warm nights when the very air seems to intericate you with fragrant odors of entrancing herbs, the penetrating fragrance from close blooms; and it was also one of those nights that you are tempted to have a sip or two from that delicious, most intoxicating old vintage, "still-champagne". Phil Verbl was stretched out on his couch, taking in the beautiful stars that seemed to be made for him alone on this special night. Special? I should say! He was in love, enraptured with the most beautiful girl ever-created. She came just up to his shoulder, had jet hair that seemed to dance in the light as with the fires from a thousand jewels. Her eyes were a deep mysterious mid-night blue, the most beautiful he had ever gazed into. One's whole being simply melted away before the gaze of these wonderous, dazzling pools. It was so (continued on next page)