Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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TABARNI DOCUMENT from the Venusian black zone. Takato, eh? Any relation to the fellow who hawks fertilis- ing gear round our twentieth parallel?” Takato smiled. “ Possibly, although I don’t think I’ve ever heard my parents men- tion...” He caught his breath involuntarily, and shivered slightly. ‘“ ve never heard them mention any of our people working on Venus. But there must be three or four million Takatos in the system. It’s a little difficult to get to know them all.” Sorensen laughed immoder- ately at Takato’s joke, and the young man from Mars realised that one of his hosts had been drinking. Almost as the thought crossed his mind, a mug was thrust into his hands. He choked as the fiery Venusian spirit landed inside him. His eyes spurted water and he felt his ears burn. Then, as he got acquainted with the idea of being five metres tall and in charge of 19 a team of plunging horses— a glorious feeling that sprang up in a millisecond—he heard the happy laughter of the Constructors burst like a wave about him. After his third glass he loved them all. He embraced black and white and biscuit and olive, long and short and thin and fat. He rose and made a speech, a magnificent speech. Lunar gravity was kind to him when he fell. The cupola, with its singers, dancers and jugglers, with its dank and steaming atmo- sphere, with its blur of grin- ning, bawling faces and its crowded vastness in which height was depth and breadth was length and every sound was brilliantly coloured, re- volved about him with ever- increasing rapidity until the whirling, shrieking rainbow engulfed him in_ absolute darkness, silence and sleep. He recovered consciousness with a pounding headache. But even as he felt the first of the pains throb across his skull from ear to ear, he comiclooksscorn