Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW JS ANOTHER DAY of Europe, featuring some noisy swing group he didn’t even attempt to identify, and lit a cigarette. As he man- handled his. big armchair into a comfortable position, his eye fell on a book in the shelves beside it that had been there since he moved in. A New Testament. Feeling a slight fool, he reached across the chair and pulled the little volume from the shelf. As he blew the dust from it, he again had the impression that he was being watched. He looked around sharply. No _ one. Nothing. Now: how——? Oh yes. Shut your eyes, let the book fall open on the table, and put your finger on a spot on one of the pages. Right. He shut his eyes and let the testament drop, stabbed at it with a stiff forefinger. When he looked at the ref- erence he had chanced upon, a cold chill seemed suddenly to walk up and down his spine. It said: There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. 37 For a long minute he stood, with his finger on the page, thinking. Coincidence or not, it was a damned uncom- fortable sort of prophecy to find oneself lumbered with. He went down behind the armchair to the bottom book- shelf and pulled out a com- plete Bible, weighing about eight pounds, which had be- longed to his grandfather— the same who had jumped off Hammersmith Bridge. He closed his eyes and made the fresh attempt. Again—his finger was against the words: There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. He was startled to find himself so tense that he was trembling. A knock sounded at the door. He collected himself, said: “Come in.” It was Irene. She said: “There’s a Mr. Prentiss to see you, Mr. Michel.” “Prentiss?” He looked puzzled. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” “He says he’s a friend of COMMGIOOKSACOm