Hans and I shook hands, and exchanged quick pleasantries while I drew a glass of waterand put in a couple of ice cubes from the plastic sack half-filled with melted cubes in the sink. held him and said such words as it’s all right,but they might not have been those words, or any words. It was not entirely from the cold. A writer has only talent, afinite amount of visceral material, and a little time.
Terry Carr isn’ t with us anymore, but here’ s one he told me, that you might not’ ve heard. Telepath,and use the marvelous mythic power of extra-sensory perception: this nifty swell ability that has made m But there was nothing. I’ m sad, I own to it; but it’ s been four days since the street signs changed, and I’ mreconciled to it.
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