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Comet, v. 1, issue 1, January-February 1940
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VOYAGE VIA VERSIMILITUDE wonderful to know you could love a girl like that. So-o won-der-ful. And Phil's subconscious crept of to the Land of Nod.* * * * * * * * * Vicky Richmond reposed on her luxurious divan, just inside the veranda. She breathed deep the intoxicating air, the fragrance from the lilacs. The stars seemed so close tonight.. Of course they should tonight, -- not just any night, but tonight. Why? Vicky was in love. And in love with a veritable god. Eyes of Azure blue, ever-twinkling whirl-pools to lose one's whole being in. Straight bronze hair that turned deep brown in the shadows. So perfectly muscled, fine of carriage, strong of chin. And her mind drew shut as she realized how wonderful it was to be in love....with a man like that. * * * * * * Back at Phil's apartment, things were occuring with rapidity. He fell down a lovely whirl-pool that made him giddy; and the whirling reds, violets, purples, made his brain swirl as he slid down this velvet-lined passage way. He felt free, able to go anywhere on earth -- or beyond those limits of earth. "Come, come away from reality forever. Come to the land of pure thought, pure soul," and see how false everything is, how brutal. Lok-- LOOK! And Phil looked back....and shuddered. His body, devoid of soul now, was brutal, ugly, HORRIBLE. It was terrifying, had a sense of evil. But something told him to go back -- that shadow wich hovered in the corner. But she was speaking now. "See?" said she. "Yes, I know you understand. Don't go back. You won't be happy. Stay and live in ectasy forever, FOREVER!" Phil thought: "How could I force myself ever to make her love me. That cold empty body. I know that my real self would always be here. And who was the "her" that I thought of?" But "she" spoke again. "See, now," she tinkled. "The shadow's mantel falls." And Phil forgot all. He felt so free, but yet -- he spoke: * * * * * * A few moments ago, Vicky had been caught in flames, she went up on the flames, then down until she spiraled amid pink, purle, red, violet, and black flames. She went down, down; but she felt as if she were floating up, up; she was weightless, so light, free hearted; she seemed equal to any task, here, earth-bound, or otherwise. She happened to glance back -- ugh. She could see herself lying there as if she had no soul, beautiful, yet terrifying. The flame died down -- that is -- all except the black flame. It grew larger. She looked away. Suddenly she realized it would be torture to make him love her then...but who was this him person? It all seemed so vague. (Continued on page 15)
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VOYAGE VIA VERSIMILITUDE wonderful to know you could love a girl like that. So-o won-der-ful. And Phil's subconscious crept of to the Land of Nod.* * * * * * * * * Vicky Richmond reposed on her luxurious divan, just inside the veranda. She breathed deep the intoxicating air, the fragrance from the lilacs. The stars seemed so close tonight.. Of course they should tonight, -- not just any night, but tonight. Why? Vicky was in love. And in love with a veritable god. Eyes of Azure blue, ever-twinkling whirl-pools to lose one's whole being in. Straight bronze hair that turned deep brown in the shadows. So perfectly muscled, fine of carriage, strong of chin. And her mind drew shut as she realized how wonderful it was to be in love....with a man like that. * * * * * * Back at Phil's apartment, things were occuring with rapidity. He fell down a lovely whirl-pool that made him giddy; and the whirling reds, violets, purples, made his brain swirl as he slid down this velvet-lined passage way. He felt free, able to go anywhere on earth -- or beyond those limits of earth. "Come, come away from reality forever. Come to the land of pure thought, pure soul," and see how false everything is, how brutal. Lok-- LOOK! And Phil looked back....and shuddered. His body, devoid of soul now, was brutal, ugly, HORRIBLE. It was terrifying, had a sense of evil. But something told him to go back -- that shadow wich hovered in the corner. But she was speaking now. "See?" said she. "Yes, I know you understand. Don't go back. You won't be happy. Stay and live in ectasy forever, FOREVER!" Phil thought: "How could I force myself ever to make her love me. That cold empty body. I know that my real self would always be here. And who was the "her" that I thought of?" But "she" spoke again. "See, now," she tinkled. "The shadow's mantel falls." And Phil forgot all. He felt so free, but yet -- he spoke: * * * * * * A few moments ago, Vicky had been caught in flames, she went up on the flames, then down until she spiraled amid pink, purle, red, violet, and black flames. She went down, down; but she felt as if she were floating up, up; she was weightless, so light, free hearted; she seemed equal to any task, here, earth-bound, or otherwise. She happened to glance back -- ugh. She could see herself lying there as if she had no soul, beautiful, yet terrifying. The flame died down -- that is -- all except the black flame. It grew larger. She looked away. Suddenly she realized it would be torture to make him love her then...but who was this him person? It all seemed so vague. (Continued on page 15)
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