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has been first on the list of my quar ry's Saturnalian itineraries ever since his first pasttrip. The Cafe. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Presently the waitress espies me and comes over to the booth. My quarry's arrival in the past. for the sake of my sanity. It is true they may no longer apply. then set it back down on the table. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i "A" representing Roger Norbrook proper. nor did I expect to. Retro-location used to leave me with a shaky feeli ng inside. for obvious reas ons. It doesn't any more. will virt ually guarantee that I won't be apprehended. but to be on the safe side. Roger Nor-brook B: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ That evanescent feeling of falling through diaphanous mist. I was certain when I stepped into the field that my impa ssibility would immunize me against the side-effects of retrolocation my quarry attributes his freedom to.} {\i (Recently.sts but a moment\u8212?actually it is a mental ploy designed to soften the shock of instantaneous retrolocation\u8212?and I emerge in the by-now familiar alley. \par\pard\plain\hyp hpar}{ {\i (Roger Norbrook D: If posterity remembers my host. Eventually he will provide me with an optimum opp ortunity to accomplish my purpose. After looking around to see whether anyone observed my materialization (no one is present: no one ever is\u8212?it's that kind of an alley). \par\pard\p lain\hyphpar}{ I leave the alley. I order a glass o f beer. Any moment now my quarry will step unsusp ectingly into the room. The delirious ecstasy of being reborn . Launching Saturday night from this sequestered spa has becom e a Roger Norbrook tradition.. I intend to play the game as though they do. and w hen he leaves I'll follow him. cross the street and enter the neon-inscribed oasis of the A rabian Nights Cafe. " B" and "C". But it was imperative that I employ at least a modicum of disguise. Six successful pasttrips\u8212?this makes my sev . cross to the other side and enter the Arabian Nights Cafe. was out of the question. . I designated his various aspects as "A". \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I wait. owing partly to its nearness to the nexus. I make my way to t he street. I eliminated the all ey as a potential {\i mise en scene} from the beginning. All of the lights in the room are shaded and/or on low beam: a sort of bluish gloom prevails. but for me to risk being apprehende d would be to break the rules. it is out of range of the nearest streetlight and much too tenebrous. The obsolete horm-rims I am wearing bother the bridge of my nose. I force myself to take a small swallow. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}aturday. After she brings it. M. I find non e. Ir onically. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I lock my gaze on the street door. and I cannot help feeling l udicrous in the outdated brown pinstripe I have on. 9:00 P. and "B" and "C" his secondary selves. it will be less for his havin g invented a} {\i means of traveling into the past than for the effect his invention has had upon his multiple} {\i personality and for the unique use to which he has ultimately put it. I proceed directly to an unoccupied booth from which both the bar and the street door can be observed. I sift my thoughts for any signs of moral turpitude. this} {\i has led me to think of myself as "D"\u8212?an outrageous misnomer indeed!)} {\i Roger Norbrook C:} After entering the cafe. I sit down to wait. that sweet sense of freedom as the trans-temporal forces unleashed by my passage tear my winter gar ment of repentance away. Although unfrequented. . While he is here I'll keep him under surveillance. The street too. per se. \par\pard\plain\hyph par}{ As I sit there.

from my previous visits. when I perceive that the hausfra u sitting next to me is looking meaningfully in my direction. I'll never forget my first time out. to bring me a Seagram's & 7. I have nothing aga inst hausfrauen. I had to take a chance. every one. however. whom I know b y face. A has sensed C's presence and identified} {\i him as a self-destructive urge. (While it's true that time and s pace are independent of each other\u8212?a fact that I demonstrated myself in a series of experiments at the Institute of TIMEstudy\u8212?there is nevertheless a slight lateral deviation in the former. but I got some. Her name turns out to be Salome. C. I signal the bartender to bring me another Seagram's & 7. I finish the first and am about to adjourn to another dive.} {\i (It need hardly be added that neither A nor B nor C has ever been aware of me. and I did so. lapping up screwdrivers in the Arabian Nights Caf\u233?\u8212?\pa r\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ The outrageous {\i non sequitur} adds zest to my silent cynical laughter. Tonight for some reason I feel ev en more loused up than usual. Tomorrow you can be served my head upon a platter if you wish.enth\u8212?have made me a veteran. It 's easily her tenth.. Salome. I know I didn't get much sleep.)} {\i Roger Norbrook B:} After entering the cafe. I didn't know then that the two ends of the induced photic loop\u8212?or warp\u8 212?had joined at a spatially congenial materialization-point. Salome getting up early and fixing his breakfast. if not by name. I'm so tired my bones ache. By his very nature. \par\pard\plain\hyphp .M. of} {\i course. apparently reluctant to reveal the tangible t okens of her connubial state. though. That's the trouble with pasttrips (their only trouble as far as I'm co ncerned): they louse up your body's timetable. The hausfrau has a vod ka-and-orange sitting on the bar before her. There's a fair crowd present and a handful of patrons in the dim-lit booths along the wall. as is my custom. Which i s crazy. On occasion. 9:57 P. but t onight you shall serve me a rose! \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}aturday. Oh well. Roger Norbrook A: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ In my aerie high above the motley city I make a final visual inspection of the warp-generating field to whose development I gave three precious years of my lif e and which has given me nothing but heartbreak in return. tired and grumpy from his grueling grind at the office\u8212?\p ar\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Salome. But it turns out to be on ly technical: her dearly beloved's out of town. I knew only that they had come together somewhere within a two or three mile radius of the apartm ent complex where my workshop is located and that the gravitational guidelines i ncorporated in the generating field had seen to it that the juncture was at grou nd level. for the second. solo. Salome dutifully mendi ng his socks. we will climb into your c ar and a-cabareting we will go! We'll wine and dine and dance. after a few dr inks I shan't know the difference. I tell the bartender. I walk over to the bar and sit down on a barstool next to an unescorted hausfrau. She laps her screwdriver like a big lissom cat. is keenly aware of both B and A. I go easy on the first drink\u8212?it's too soon after breakfast to start tossing them off. Salome fetching his slippers like a big purring tabby when he come s home at night. he has always been blithely ignorant of the exist ence of C. I am shaken with silent la ughter.) \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ (Roger Norbrook D: {\i B has never truly distinguished himself from A. Not only that. and I am delighted to have flushed quail so early in the hunt. not even during his} {\i pasttrips. he has refused to take him seriously. Come. especially when they're as readily available and as furry-soft as this one is. and afterward we will screw. The hausfrau keeps her left hand hidden behind her purse. A {\i salesman} no less! Bless 'em.

for A. Unlike C. overwhelmed with inexplicable self-loathing. I deactivate th e field and turn tiredly toward the door. By the same token. debilitated. I shall play the guinea pig a gain. nevertheless . B is not completely autonomous. believing them to constitute a doorway to yesterday. half-blinding me with its in finitudinous scintillations. six Sunday mornings. I can do here..M. I have already done everything possible to ensure success. of course.) \par\pard\pla in\hyphpar}{ The synchronous clock on the workshop wall registers 10:07 P. like a} {\i sex-starved. It is because my mind keeps masochisticall y reverting to my successive failures to achieve retro-location. he kept B imprisoned in a dark oubliette in th e Gothic castle of} {\i the Norbrook unconscious. Naturally he behaved as he did\u8212?i. it is unlikely that a shorter one will stand me in any better stead. extinguis hing the light and locking the door behind me. Success indeed! Dejec tedly I leave the little room (originally it was a commodious closet). nor the self-loathing accruing from his unconscious awareness of them. A and his mother took} {\i up residence in the apartment A now inhabits alone.} {\i blacks out all memory of the pasttrips. It was not till after he perfected it and embarked} {\i on his first trip that B escaped from his oubliette. lost. I found myself in bed with a strange and utterly naked woman. black out the physical effects of} {\i B's debaucheries. In the living room. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I work the channel changer in vain: not one of the pallid programs gets past th e threshold of my mind. Not long afterward. the nexus will be minus twelve hours. \par \pard\plain\hyphpar}{ As before.M. but it is unlikely that success will more readily crown my effo rts if I try a longer loop. I sit down in my fauteuil and resume watching TV. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Six Sunday mornings I have stepped through those self-deactivating photic panel s. however.)} {\i Roger Norbrook A: } Tomorrow at exactly 9:00 A. refusing to accept B's weekly esc apes from the castle.ar}{ The pulsing portal looks back at me enigmatically. indubitably a . soon} {\i afterward he began work on his time machine. to my horr or. The field's potential is consi derably greater. I do not want to: it is as though I am compelled by some inner force. regarded the Eighteenth Amendment as an Act of God} {\i and its repeal as an Act of Satan. the effect is the} {\i same as if the dissociation were total. exhausted . \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ (Roger Norbrook D: {\i A's grandfather blew his brains out at the age of thirty-eight. He obtained his degree at th e nearby} {\i University of R\u8212?. (In either case. His mother died of uremia during his thirty-eighth yea r. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ This is not because they are pallid. There is nothing more.. But he cannot. I have been tossed contemptuously into ano ther part of the present. Both these bills of goods were rammed down A' s throat daily till} {\i his father died of a coronary at the age of forty-two.e. the nexus's original co-ord inates would remain approximately the same. aft er an ephemeral sensation of falling. A's father} {\i despised sex with the fervor of an Essene. to the scabrous locales to which I have been successively shunted instead. One time. but this can hardly be construed as a safety factor when the original co-ordinates are unknown to me. booze-bent sailor on shore leave\u8212?and naturally he continued t o do so on each} {\i successive trip. Throughout. obtained a position at the Institute of TIMEstudy and se ttled down to a life of} {\i staid respectability.

because I saw it just this morning hanging in the hall closet. however. red. A portrait of her cor nuted husband? She laughs at my little joke. wine red. building the doorway that made this night and others like it possible . Red wine. the trans-temporal forces my passage inadvertently sets free inadvertently set me free. During one of them I purchased a handgun and a box of cartridges. Thus.M. . I settle back in my fauteuil. I found myself lying in a filthy gutter. nor vodka-and-orange. and I stepped thr ough and plummeted into the past. Roger Norbrook B: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Flesh-satiated for the nonce. I have of late been suffering from brief memory lapses. a thou sand times. Seven\u8212?count t hem\u8212?times. At last I am rewarded: the meaning behi nd the seemingly pointless actions of the players gets through to me. On the wall opposite our inner-spring Eden hangs a painting of a clown.harlot. Salome. still another time. I have been the victim of depression\u8212?a depression so acute somet imes as to border on desperation. while my failures have undoubtedly intensified my black broodings. acetylene the Victorian bars of my cold cruel cell till they melt into molten puddles at my f eet. Again and again and again. 11:55 P. Red wine. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I become aware that my hands are trembling. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}aturday. although I haven't the slightest recollection of the transaction. and I step forth reborn into the once-forbidden vineyard and gorge myself u pon the saccharine grapes of life. we lie in bed (His & Hers no less) and chat. And the self-loathing! My God!\u8212?the self-loathing! \par\pard\plain\h yphpar}{ Of late. S he has a teenager in highschool who's off to Aunt Jane's or Aunt Mame's and won' t be back till Monday. wine red. More wine. but to a certain extent I felt depresse d before I began my experiments\u8212?for that matter. The two of us rock with laughter on the bed. Red wine. red wine.. I slaved for three long year s. Wine red. because only yesterday I discovered the ugly weapon and the frightful little box in my f iling cabinet. This will never do. . And every time I go back. and I said. red wine. the red red rose I fondle reminiscently now as we lie here side by side in the roseate light of your bedlamp talking like two teenage love rs in the night. that the electronic channel changer has slipped from my fingers and fallen to the floor. so we do not want for wine. I begin to catch on to the clich\u233?s that repeatedly pass their lips. I slit the texture of light and sewed it back together again a hundred. On another occasion I must have exhumed from somewhere a brown pi nstripe suit I haven't worn for years: I know I must have. I know I must have. Salome. is the rose you gave me. Equally as distressing. they cannot be the sole cause. red rose . grotesque. wine red. rip asunder the purit anical strait-jacket I ordinarily wear to work and church and bed. No S eagrams & 7 now. I will turn on an old movie and watch it till I am no longer able to stay awake. Wine red. wine red. resourceful Salome has fetched a bottle of Burgundy from a kitchen-cupboard cache. Someho w I must get hold of myself and put to rout the monstrous shadow that keeps look ing over my shoulder. "Open sesame! "\u8212?and lo! the bright and blinding portal seemed to part. The face is seriocomic. multicolored. my clothes in abject ruin. Later in the evening. I would unhesitatingly ascribe its cause to my repeated failures to backtrack in time. another time. and at last I found a way to make it bend. I join her. in a section of the city I had never seen before. \par\pard\plain \hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b . I concentrate with all my mental might on the in-color but somehow colorless mini-world before me. Then I will prep are myself a glass of warm milk and go to bed. Her eleven-year old son's at Camp. my love. Wine red. even before I conceived o f a way in which light could be bent and time breached. \par\pard\plain\h yphpar}{ Relieved. I found myself pounding on the door of what subsequently turned out to be a Blin d Pig.

After the seco nd. Perhaps because the lateness of the hour has fogged my brain. Perhaps be cause the evening's cathodic fare has dulled it. I shall be as tired as though the opposite were true. will be to make my entry from the rear. as I feared in the first place. in milk boxes.3 8 in my right-hand coat pocket. in not taking my associates into my confidence. but it can't be helped. The light in the upstairs window that came on not long afterward also stil l burns. he'll fall asleep. The latter is a wan light. People are always hiding housekeys in the most ingenious\u8212?and most obvious\u8212?places: on porch ledges. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ There is a lawn chair lying on its side in the middle of the lawn. of course. my quarry hasn't told his bedmate his full name. whose shoelaces they aren't fit to tie? I. There will be a witness to the crime. I\u8217?ll drop them into an ashcan or down a storm sewer. A clutch of 30-sec ond commercials ensue. shrug free of it and ca ll me a fool behind my back? I. I yawn. u nder doormats. Afterward I'll remove whatever items he has on his person that might lead to his immediate identification.) }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ ( {\i Roger Norbrook A}: I turn off the television set. But before trying any of the windows I'll try the back door. I was right in acting as I did. Perhaps. I shall probably be equ ally as fatigued. (Roger Norbrook D: {\i The moral metamorphosis A undergoes each time he essays a pasttrip is} {\i totally unrelated to the trans-temporal forces past-travel involves. For if the pattern repeats itself and at 9:00 A.S}unday. My best be t. Noble endeavors deserve the services of nob . That should he around three o 'clock. Pretentiousness. it will be some time before he's up to the second. who s it at home while they go out and guzzle gin? I. The burden might not be so hard to bear if others shared it. Roger Norbrook C: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I have a good view of the house (it is American Colonial Suburban) from the sha dows of the high hedge behind which I slipped after the cab deposited me and dro ve off. He's not young any more. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}unday. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ There is a connection there somewhere (why should money be missing from my wall et every time I am shunted to another part of the present?) but I am unable to m ake it. I erred in not conducting my experiments at the Institute.. Roger Norbrook A: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ The old movie I have been watching at last drags to a close. selfdeceit. I touch the butt of the snub-nose . who sleep alone while they forni cate with one another's wives? \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ No. then. Hopefully.M. self-righteousness. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I must get to bed. I carry it into the bedroom. if he remains true to form. I'll wait till then. Once again. fear\u8212?all} {\i fall away: he rips off his persona and becomes B. go into the kitchen and prepar e my glass of warm milk.M. undress and remove my cont act lenses. The adjoining two-car garage had by that time already swallowed the woma n's station wagon. thoughts of my successive failures to achieve past trave l assail me. There must be a pond somewhere in the ne ighborhood: I can hear the korak-korak of frogs. rendered more so by drawn blinds. He merely r ealizes each time he} {\i arrives in the past that officially he doesn't exist. on my way back to the apartment. 1:10 A.M. I drag it in to the shadows and make myself comfortable. 12:07 A. However. the downstairs light that came on a few minutes later still b urns. that stretching before him are twelve hours of} {\i the purest freedom ever known to man. By now he's probably recupera ting from his co-operation in the evening's first beast-of-two-backs. I am re-rather than ret ro-located. I'll hold off for a while. I think. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ But {\i would} they share it? \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Would they not instead. and if it does not repeat itself and I am retro-rather than relocated. I have a hard day ahead of me tomorrow\u8212? A hard day's s leep.. after all.

. my body\u8212?lock.. Hatred so cold and inhuman it cannot even be classified as an emotion . far away. My love is but a red dead rose . just as I thought. In myself. In what seems to be a post-coital dream I h ear his footsteps on the carpeted stairs. We doze off side by side. Roger Norbrook A: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Something has awakened me! \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Someone . his. He's monitored scenes like this before. there is only a minimum of difference . 3:29 A. the light and the dark and the red wave rising. Salome. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}unday. But it is not the clown who advances.. I leave the bedroom and go into the den. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ The depression I took to bed with me has vanished. not in the room. pistol pointed. I have prepared for my role well\u8212?\ par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}unday. Roger Norbrook B: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ "Come. Roger Norbrook C: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ After entering the den. 3:26 A. Fortunately. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ No. Salome stirs beside me. it's better here\u8212?I'll sleep . Roger Norbrook C: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Aha! In the milk box.Go through the l ight. I turn on the bedlamp. into the room. The redness.. grows brighter. I cannot move. fill the Cup.: Roger Norbrook B: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Our second time around. stock and \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Roger Norbrook C:}\u8212?and barrel. my mind.M. aeons later there is a soft click! and the room is blasted with brig htness. There is a faint whisper. a second numbing blow. Suddenly a light appea rs.. Salome concatenates.. 3:01 A. There is a curious cracking sound and something heavy smashes against m y left shoulder blade.M. there. I put on the old-fashioned horn-rims I spotted yesterda y in a cluttered desk drawer.le men. Far. 3:23 A.. The clown is in Poughkeepsie. and in the fire of Spring Your Winter garment of R epentance fling: \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ The Bird of Time has but a little way \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ To flutter\u8212?and the Bird is on the Wing!" \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}unday. . turns and thro ws her smooth soft thigh across my stomach.M. as of a do or opening. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}unday.. I try to scramble over her to the other side of the bed. get up. Ignoring his contact lenses. . similar sound. \par \pard\plain\hyphpar}{ My God! what's happening to me? It's as though someone is taking over my though ts. There is a second. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I can feel his presence in the room. . the advancing blackness . Salome assures me.. divest mysel f of his pajamas and don his underwear and socks.. Light Tim e\u8212?that is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know . \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}unday. O lovely light! O quiddity of Time: Time is Light. . It' s\u8212?it\u8217?s\u8212?God!\u8212?no! It can't be! But why? {\i Why}?" Salome begins to scream. A Weltschmerz. 3:10 A.. The clown looks down with sad and weary eyes. go through it to the other side go through the light! \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ .. Hatred has taken its place.M.M.

for all his} {\i coldbloodedness. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ After turning out the light. They multiply rapidly and a faint hum begins emanating from the energy converter. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Fully dressed. the horn-rims in the desk drawer and the weapon and unused shells in the filing cabinet and then go directly back to bed. There may be a limit to the number of paradoxes Time can sustain over a given temporal pe riod: one more might be one too many.. I wait.between their prescription and that of his contact lenses. But C. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Returning to the den. He will not remember my tenure no matter how many clues I leave behind. I re-enter the bedroom. since it would have i nvolved inserting} {\i the muzzle of the . remove the . I will replace the suit in the hall closet. Afterward. the presence of a modern technological device provided him with a means of} {\i circumventing this unpleasantness. \par\pard\plain\hyph par}{ Returning to the bedroom. Roger Norbrook A: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I've overslept! I'll have to hurry! \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ It is imperative that I enter the field at exactly 9:00 A. 8:25 A. This will place my arrival in the p ast at a temporal point preceding my quarry's by about nine minutes. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ When I do return.) }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i {\b S}unday. I put the suit on. Presently the first photic particles appear. where I transfer the contents of his poc kets into mine. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ His everyday shoes will do. let myself in and lock the doo r.} {\i (It is interesting to speculate whether this may not have been his real motive f or inventing it. (Why is it imperat . \par\pard\ plain\hyphpar}{ From the den I proceed directly to the workshop. I ndeed. I would he disturbed if I had. The photic warp. minus seven hours and activate the field. and a brown tie. I'll transfer everything back. Unhesitatingly I embark upon my journey. M. Thus.38 I bought last week. I focus my gaze on the luminous face of the synchronous clock on the opposite wall. since I do not plan to come back to the ap artment via orthodox travel till after I depart from it via the field. Only when he steps into the field will my mission be truly accomplished. I will replace both t he gun and the unused shells (if any) after I finish my night's work. the guillotine and the electric chair.} {\i Happily. in one sense. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ From the hall closet I take down the brown pinstripe I exhumed two days ago fro m a trunk in the dusty room that formerly belong to his beloved mother and that he now uses for storage. I unlock the filing cabinet. will make whatever compensations that are necessary to keep the nexus spatially constant. load it and slip it into my right-hand coat pocket. but for optimum results the game should he played according to the rules. In the morning I shall awake as {\i him}. I take up my position before the field.M.M.38 into his mouth or placing it against his temple and pullin g the trigger. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I am not in the least disturbed that I have not yet returned from my mission. I flood the little room with fluorescence. (R oger Norbrook D: {\i The single-mindedness with which C planned and carried out the murder} {\i of B is misleading. Roger Norbrook's time mac hine can be} {\i classified as a sort of impersonal and highly humane self-executional apparatus analogous to the} {\i hangman's noose. T he clock on the wall registers 3:51. was too squeamish to do the job directly. return the suit to the closet and the horn-rims to the desk drawer. when it forms. I put them on. I get a dress shirt out of the chest of drawers. because A\u8212?not B\u8212?was\u8212?is\u8212?his intended victim. set the retro-locator for 3:51 A.

who. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ (Roger Norbrook D: {\i C did not kill B. The photic portal has taken on the asp ect of a scintillating waterfall.. h ad managed to remove all his clothing and crawl into bed with her without awaken ing her. 8:54. Thus f ar. I can wipe the entire episode from the pages} {\i of Time.ive? And why am I so exhausted? And why am I so badly in need of a shave? No mat ter.} {\i (Even now. the crime was committed by C's own hand\u8212?I do not mean that. Mrs. I activa te the field and go over and stand before it. enter and lock it behind me.) \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I put coffee on to perk while I dress. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i (Simply by destroying C. they have been unable to identify the victim or to get a line on his accompl ice/slayer. while atypical in certain respects. \par\pard\plain\hyph par}{ 8:58. The clock radio that failed to wake me e arlier is talking earnestly to itself on the bed table. unlock the door. I would interpret it as a good omen ha d I not experienced the same false foretaste before. Hewett's hysterical account.} {\i is probably no better or worse than the multiple mud-huts of my confreres. I drink my coffee as fast as its te mperature will permit. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ 9:00. Something about a murder . But I didn't. I could have destroyed him long ago.)} \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Roger Norbrook A:} Returning to the kitchen. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i (This multiple mud-hut of a man I have inhabited all my life. I turn o n the light and set the retro-locator for 9:00 A. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Pray God I do not fail again! \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Roger Norbrook B: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Open sesame! \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ . The hummin g of the energy converter fills the room. I glance at the clock above the stove: 8:47. 8:56. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i (I want Roger Norbrook to enter the field. I can void B's murder. James Place was beset by two prowlers.M. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Anticipation effervesces deep within me. minus twelve hours. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i (For that matter. the s econd of whom fatally shot and robbed the first. But t o me it is a} {\i prison\u8212?as. All I have to do is supersede} {\i A and stop Roger Norbrook from entering the field. It is a cold. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i (I can. \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ I become aware that I am sweating. Shortly before 3:30\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ A. But I cou ld have averted} {\i it. unquestionably a rapist. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i (I cannot depart from it soon enough. I listen idly as I dress. I did. perhaps. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i (Oh. \par\pard\pl ain\hyphpar}{ I hurry to the workshop. Simply by denying C his target. clammy sweat. It seems to beckon to me. The first faint particles of light appear. but\u8212?I do not catch the rest of the item because by this time I am in the bathroom operating my electric razor.M. Alfred Hewett of 86 St. The police are skeptical about Mrs. but I won't. theirs are to them.

\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ (Roger Norbrook D: \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Why. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Is't not a Shame\u8212?is't not a }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Shame for him }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i So long in this Clay }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Suburb to abide?) }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Exeunt \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \u8212?ROBERT F. }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i And naked on the Air of }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Heaven ride. if the Soul can fling the }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ {\i Dust aside. YOUNG \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ \par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{\par\pard\hyphpar }{\page } } .{\i Roger Norbrook C: }\par\pard\plain\hyphpar}{ Mission accomplished.

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