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BLACK EASTER |
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by
James Blish
"WHAT ON EARTH FOR?" "I've no further to go but the fundamental question," said Hess. "You don't really need money, you don't seem to collect art or women, you're not out to be President of the World or the power behind some such person -- and yet by your lights you have damned yourself eternally to make yourself expert in this highly peculiar subject. What on earth for?" "I could easily duck that question," Ware said slowly. "I could point out, for instance, that under certain circumstances I could prolong my life to seven hundred years, and so might not be worrying just yet about what might happen to me in the next world." Ware paused. "But the real fact of the matter, Dr. Hess, is that I think what I'm after is worth the risk, and what I'm after is something you understand perfectly, and for which you've sold your own soul, or if you prefer an only slightly less loaded word, your integrity to, Dr. Bains -- knowledge."
JAMES BLISH Re-Writing James Blish's Black Easter "God is Dead" Ending, by Tara Carreon STATIONS: |
