Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 107: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION The driver got out, cursing with fright. Gavin could not move. - “Hey, what’s the idea? She threw herself under the wheels. It wasn’t my fault, d’ya hear me? Look, bud, you saw her... it wasn’t my fault.” “No,” said Gavin, blankly. “It wasn’t your fault.” Perhaps the fault was his own. If he hadn’t walked out... But you could keep going a long way back before you fetched up against what started it all. If he hadn’t walked out, if she hadn’t driven him to desperation, if he hadn’t been too idle to assert himself all the times he should have done... If he hadn’t married her... Well, that was over, any- way. He felt more bitter and despondent than ever, his mind soured by the feeling of waste—waste of a slice of his life and hers, and then the throwing away of her life like that. But it was a despondency that couldn’t last. The world continued to revolve, days and nights and weeks flickered away, and the planets per- 106 formed their looping circuits about the sun. The planets. He couldn’t reach them, but in a way he got close to them. He saw the daughter of that Martian millionaireagain. And again. Several times. He married her. She brought with her as dowry a grant from her father that would enable Gavin Doust to make all the experiments he cared to make in controlled extra- sensory perception. Indeed, he would have married her without a penny, because she brought him confidence and love and enthusiasm as well. “That’s what I’ve always been driving at,’’ he said to her, during a lull when he wasn’t telling her he loved her. “I know there are un- tapped reserves in our brains. We possess talents and facul- ties we don’t begin to understand.” She nodded and laid her hand on his. “It’s been realised for cen- turies,’ he went on. “But nobody’s ever got down to work on it. And the people with a glimmering of real awareness have either mis- conmmicloooks.comn