Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 222: what you’re looking at

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that she was of another race and of a higher order of being than myself. But for Lya-Younger, the daughter of a race so far removed from its adolescence, beauty alone began with her physical being. It was in all the others, this inner thing that Earth’s poets and her singers of songs had for so long seen, however obscurely, as the true measure of human fulfillment —it was in the mall, but in Lya-Younger it was at its height. Yet these people were not gods—they were not to Kruger nor were they to me—nor was Lya a goddess; among gods, there is no humility, and gods’ eyes reflect omnipotence, not the deep warmth and joy of living that can only generate in the human heart. “Let’s go,” | said to Kruger. “I got questions.” “You got ulcers.” “You were the guy who hated to leave that twenty- volume analysis on wave propagation, son.” | got up. “And I’ve got trouble with first things first. There is a dusky Martian in the woodpile. | got a feeling, Max, one of those eight-to-five feelings—” “And it has convinced you beyond all scientific doubt that-?” “These people—they’re in some sort of jam. They've got bad trouble, and they aren’t telling us, for some reason. Pride or something maybe. With them that’s how it would be —pride, wouldn't it? If they ever cry, it would be on their own shoulders. ...” “You, Mr. Latham, are beginning to read like the Great American Novel. Spare me.” “| should pass the salt” “You should.” From then on when | talked to Kruger | kept it the way he wanted it, to help him as much as myself. More interested, maybe, in what we had come for than I, he was making the CORniclooo SS (SO)