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Voice of the Imagination, whole no. 30, March 1944

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urge to answer some of the letters now makes itself evident. This is concieved in an atmosphere of physical and mental ennui, and because of that will probably be all too long. I'm too lazy to stop, you see, '' The cover is good, but is it art? Who cares; It, I assume, means something or other. I'm having a hell of a time figuring out what! Excuse me, but in your editorial you called youself a humorist... one learns something new every day, doesn't one? ((Cover symbolic of servifan, distrest by the destruction of today, dreaming of the triumph of tomoro.))      Yeah, why does fandom have to have a purpose? Not that I advocate a philisophy of complete hedonism, but when a group of people with widely differing interests, environments, etc00and with one one thing in common--begins to have a concrete goat it advocates, something is psychologically abnormal; probably that curious catalyzing action known as mob psychology. God--excuse me--Ghu save us from the realistic Deglers!  ''  I see the nudist controversy rages on, far into the ink stained pages of VOM. Try as I will, I can't find anything indecent and/or sexually stimulating in these hallowed pages. The Vomaidens are either too poorly, or too unrealistically, drawn, to attract more than interest in the idea they try to represent. For sexual stimulation, and/or superior cheesecake, I look up Vogue at our public library!--preferably in the bathing suit season... '' If I interpret Frued at all wildly, I should have a hopeless complex against nudism by this time. In this part of the country (settled mainly by Finns) the custom of the "sauna" or bathouse, or steambath, or vapor bath--there is no literal translation--is very common; superseding, in fact, all other forms of the cleansing medium--among those of "old-country" ancestry, of course. When I was fairly young, we used to stay at a lake most of the summer. There, men and women went in different groups to this diabolical instrument of cleansing. I was, for the first eight years, in the women's group, because I couldn't stand--or so everyone said--the incredible temperatures the makes purported to use. Before my proximity became too embarassing, I was transfered to the brawnier section, of course; but the point is,

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4 VOICE OF THE urge to answer some of the letters now makes itself evident. This is concieved in an atmosphere of physical and mental ennui, and because of that will probably be all too long. I'm too lazy to stop, you see, '' The cover is good, but is it art? Who cares; It, I assume, means something or other. I'm having a hell of a time figuring out what! Excuse me, but in your editorial you called youself a humorist... one learns something new every day, doesn't one? ((Cover symbolic of servifan, distrest by the destruction of today, dreaming of the triumph of tomoro.)) Yeah, why does fandom have to have a purpose? Not that I advocate a philisophy of complete hedonism, but when a group of people with widely differing interests, environments, etc00and with one one thing in common--begins to have a concrete goat it advocates, something is psychologically abnormal; probably that curious catalyzing action known as mob psychology. God--excuse me--Ghu save us from the realistic Deglers! '' I see the nudist controversy rages on, far into the ink stained pages of VOM. Try as I will, I can't find anything indecent and/or sexually stimulating in these hallowed pages. The Vomaidens are either too poorly, or too unrealistically, drawn, to attract more than interest in the idea they try to represent. For sexual stimulation, and/or superior cheesecake, I look up Vogue at our public library!--preferably in the bathing suit season... '' If I interpret Frued at all wildly, I should have a hopeless complex against nudism by this time. In this part of the country (settled mainly by Finns) the custom of the "sauna" or bathouse, or steambath, or vapor bath--there is no literal translation--is very common; superseding, in fact, all other forms of the cleansing medium--among those of "old-country" ancestry, of course. When I was fairly young, we used to stay at a lake most of the summer. There, men and women went in different groups to this diabolical instrument of cleansing. I was, for the first eight years, in the women's group, because I couldn't stand--or so everyone said--the incredible temperatures the makes purported to use. Before my proximity became too embarassing, I was transfered to the brawnier section, of course; but the point is,