Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 108 of 162
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THE CENSORS directed their talents and polluted them, or else been frightened out of using them because of the jeers of so- called scientific sceptics.” ‘““How are you going to in- vestigate the problem?’ she asked, fondly. “How?” He laughed. “I don’t know. I don’t know where to start, because there’s never been any coherent line of research up to now. Dabblings, yes—but no more than that. [’m not going to fool around with playing cards and scribbles on paper.” ““What, then?” He shrugged with happy derision. “I tell you I don’t know. All I know is that I get intimations of the power in myself. I seem to be on the verge of hearing things—I’m like a tuned circuit that is darned nearly oscillating, only it’s more complicated than that. It’s exasperating; you feel you’ve only got to shake your head to clear it of all the atmospherics, and you'll hear someone saying some- thing quite clearly to you. And sometimes I get the impression that I’ve got some- thing to transmit; I send out 107 a message, and wait for an answer... but there’s nobody at the other end.. Sounds crazy.” “No, it doesn’t sound crazy.” ““Maybe there aren’t any answers. Maybe I'll get tired of trying, and give up, and——_”’ ““No, you won’t,”’ she said, firmly. And she meant it, and the strength of her reassurance was like new life to him. “I know you'll never give up. I believe in you.” The months had passed like seconds before the gaze of the watchers. The High Predictor exuded contentment; the Aco- lyte was radiating a most un- ethical exasperation. But then the whole thing was unethical by all their standards. The Acolyte said: “‘Emin- ence, there is danger here. We should check 2 “There is no need for a check. That man will not unravel the secrets he longs to comprehend. Jt is a pity——” “For him. Not for us, of course. He has a high sen- sitivity—all the potentialities . conmicloooks.comn