Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 54 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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SCIENTISTS CAN BE INHUMAN. LIKE WHEN THEY TRY TO PUT A— MAN IN A MAZE F YOU DIP TWENTY-FOUR I pairs of rabbits’ back legs in liquid air, and twenty- three pairs freeze and fall off, but only one leg of the twenty-fourth pair falls off, what different quality resides in that odd rabbit’s leg which causes it still to adhere? Tyler wondered about it. He made a characteristically neat note in his desk diary to order more rabbits in the morning. } How many rabbits to dip before it happened again? Or maybe it wouldn’t happen again. No matter. The im- portance of an event was usually in ratio to its rarity, and nothing could be rarer than uniqueness. It was one of those ends you had to pull until you got—something. Too late to start pulling now—it was 3 a.m. and he. was very tired. He’d let his 43 by WILLIAM F. TEMPLE thoughts play around it idly as he drifted towards sleep. That border on the edge of dreamland was fertile country for any seeds of inspiration. You might bludgeon your brain with reason all day and find no answer, no clue. And then, when you’d given up and retired defeated to bed and the sleep-fog was thickening in your brain, the answer would blossom like a magic flower from your sub- conscious. Then you’d have to fight yourself awake and sketch its outline, before it faded, in the bedside notebook. But some- times you hadn’t the strength. And in the morning your only memory was that you’d had an inspiration, an idea that might have changed the world. But now it was as surely lost as the lyrics of Sappho. Tyler opened his bedroom commicloookks.com