Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 112: what you’re looking at

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LAST JOURNEY he never read. At least he’d have some independence! Having asserted himself for some minutes, he flapped it back noisily and, immersed in Maestro’s Daily Problem, allowed Servo to lead him unprotesting to the table and gently insinuate his chair under him. Deep in the mis- leading position of the white queen’s bishop, he lifted his soup spoon to his mouth and instantly erupted in an out- burst of heartfelt profanity. Having relieved his feel- ings, he mopped his stream- ing eyes, took a sip of water, and prepared to return more warily to the attack. It was his favourite potage, an adaptation of bouillebaise Kil prepared by a chef of heart and discrimination. It was with a roar of genuine anguish that he saw the placidly smiling Servo, bearing the offending bowl aloft, advancing inexorably toward the disposal unit. Maddened, he galloped fran- tically after, arriving just as the last of the monumental creation gurgled away for- ever. It was too much. Drop- ping heavily into the nearest chair, he said sonorously : “ I wish I were dead!” And smiling his eager smile, Servo picked up the ice-mallet from the sideboard, and unhesitatingly “obliged him. comiclooks.conm