Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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THE ENVIED flowers. Sound is a technical affair, not a sense: we hear sounds because we must, but they mean nothing. Music means nothing, because the rest of the body is not there to derive pleasure from it.” “T don’t get that at all,” Warren protested. ‘ Music is the most perfect of the abstract arts. You don’t need arms and legs and a torso in order to appreciate Beethoven.” ** Without the human body, something is missing. It can- not be explained : it can only be experienced. And all the small sensual pleasures are gone.” It all came oddly from Judith. Warren was at a loss. Eventually he said : “But you get used to that in time. It’s only a matter of readjustment, isn’t it?” “Readjustment,” the Grey echoed tentatively, without conviction. “Do you mean to say that’s all you’ve been told? What sort of job are you going to get?” 29 “IT may go to Mars.” “So that’s the game, is it? They want to get you away so that I can’t keep tabs on you. Judith, you’ve got to fight against that. We haven’t learnt a thing yet. We've got to find out what goes on in their secret council meetings, and in the clubs o ‘I asked about the clubs.” Warren caught his breath. Somehow the exclusive Grey clubs epitomised all that he most hated in the overlords. A world that boasted of its freedom, a world that was told over and over again by the Greys themselves that it was a wonderful place where men and women could live as they pleased : what place was there in such a world for buildings which were open only to the dictators? Once upon a time, said the historians, black men had not been allowed in hotels in many countries. There had been a time when Jews were persecuted. ‘There had been houses and clubs in Eastern countries which were barred comicloooks.com