Astounding Science Fiction (British Edition) — page 66: what you’re looking at

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“T tell you I can levitate,” shouted Roger. Dr. Morton turned red. “Look, Toomey, let’s not discuss it. I don’t care if you fly up in the air right this minute.” “You mean seeing isn’t believing as far as you’re concerned?” “Levitation? Of course not.” The department chairman was bellowing. “If I saw you fly, I’'d see an optome- trist or a psychiatrist. I’d sooner believe myself insane than that the laws of physics—”’ He caught himself, harumphed loudly. “Well, as I said, let’s not discuss it. Pll just make this phone call.” “No need, sir. No need,” said Roger. “Pll go. Pll take my rest. Good-by.” He walked out rapidly, moving more quickly than at any time in days. Dr. Morton, on his feet, hands flat on his desk, looked at his departing back with relief. ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION James Sarle, M.D. was in _ the living room when Roger arrived home. He was lighting his pipe as Roger stepped through the door, one large- knuckled hand enclosing the bowl. He shook out the match and his ruddy face crinkled into a smile. “Hello, Roger. Resigning from the human race? Haven’t heard from you in over a month.” His black eyebrows met above the bridge of his nose, giving him a rather forbidding appearance that somehow helped him establish the proper atmosphere with his patients. Roger turned to Jane, who sat buried in an armchair. As_ usual lately, she had a look of wan exhaustion on her face. Roger said to her, “Why did you bring him here?” “Hold it! Hold it, man,” said Sarle. ““Nobody brought me. I met Jane downtown this morning and invited myself here. I’m bigger than: she is. She couldn’t keep me out.” Im : EComichbooksco