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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION more than it hurts you, Jar- ril,’ old Ben said. Then the fiery clash of mental forces burned and scorched in Jar- ril’s mind. He glimpsed vast and hazy concepts rising like mammoths on the dawn of the world, sheeted in ice and gleaming with the frosty hand of truth. He saw, clearly and with the scales all fallen away from his mind, what truly he—and his com- rades in the Navy—had been. Garfon, for all his phlegmatic acceptance of death in line of duty, and all the rest, were wrong and misled and purely animal-like in their lust for destruction. It didn’t come easily. Jarril’s mind felt as though it had been wrenched inside-out and forced through a mincer. He came back to an awareness of his surround- ings to see his companions— his true companions now— sitting exhaused, and tasted a staleness, a flatness in the air of the dome. “I accept your words,” Jar- ril said in a choked voice. “I believe. attain to any greatness of spirit I must strip myself of all the petty bitternesses and ani- 56 I truly see that to” mosities of the past. But it will take time—and I feel as though each breath is mylast. Can you tell how near the Sokkoths are?” “Near enough.”: Foster pulled his own pipe out and fondled it, then put it away. Claire rose lithely and pro- duced frosted glasses with the ice forming linked chains of patterns on the thirst-quench- ing liquid. Jarril drank deeply. “Can the commind func- tion?” Jarril asked. “IT think so,” Ben said. “Jung talked about a collec- tive unconscious. Those facts that are really race history, preserved in every individu- al’s unconscious mind. The term, you might think, Jarril, is diametrically opposed to what we are trying to attain here. But the commind is not really a collective con- sciousness—it is far above that, as I have told you. The race history that we all pos- sess must first be cleansed, the dark animal drives must be washed away, and the emp- tied spaces used for our new, saner concepts of the universe and the position of man comiclooks.corn