Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 50: what you’re looking at

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THE ENVIED Maybe it’s the same for us, in this connection. And what does it matter? Once upon a time people worried about life after death, and it did them no good, because there was ro way of finding out what it was like, without dying. To-day we’re not so worried, because we know when our bodies die we've got another thousand years or so to go.” The remark struck a query in Warren’s mind. It had never occurred to him before to wonder what the Greys thought about life after death. It was a _ strange speculation. It was one of those abstractions that could give rise to a stimulating argument. * He looked at Deborah, and suddenly cursed himself for being such an awkward character. She was unhappy. She got no pleasure from arguments and abstractions. He took her arm, and she forced a smile. They said no more about Judith or about the Greys 49 that evening. But Warren had not abandoned his inten- tion of trying to get in touch with Judith. I want, thought Judith desperately, at least to be able to dream. I want my mind to stop being clear for a while: I want it to be hazed by daydreams. I want to relax, to pretend that the sun is shining and I am lying on a beach, and Warren is beside me, and he touches my arm as he has touched that other woman’s arm, and I want the taste of strawberries and the clear, cool breeze on my cheek and the sights and smells and sounds and all the feelings, and love and laughter, and, oh, why didn’t I know what life was while I was still alive? I want. I want. Her Instructor said in his dispassionate voice : “IT am sorry to learn that you propose to answer this message the man has left for you. I had hoped you would have been able to overcome such impulses.” comicbooks.com