Pulp Fiction, 1955 · page 51 of 146
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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION lounge outside of the Arabian Nights. Presently, he opened the one-time library door again, cautiously, and when he saw the even ranks of book spines his feelings were mixed. It was nice to have the library back in its niche in space-time, but not so nice to reflect that if the room hadn’t wandered then it meant that his mind had. After that, either things or his mind went on behaving strangely—in spasms. When, for instance, he pressed the button to draw the lounge curtains and they didn’t move but the electric fan started up. That could have been a fault in the wiring, taken by itself. But taken in conjunction with sundry other events ... It drove him one day to dial Parkside 2195 and ask the agent if he could speak to Mr. Sweet. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Sweet doesn’t reside here.” The agent’s voice was cold and impersonal, as always. It occurred to Tyler that he didn’t know where the agent resided, nox even his name. 58 “Well, then, can you give me his address ?”’ *“M:. Sweet is out of town,” said the agent, elliptically. “When will he be back?” “*T have no idea.” “This week ?” ““Maybe. Maybe next week. Maybe next year. I don’t know.” “But I must contact him.” ** A lot of people want to contact him. If he wishes to contact them, he will do so.” “Then please ask him to contact me. It’s important.” “That,” said the agent, “‘is a matter for Mr. Sweet’s adjudication.” There was a click as he hung up. After that there was a complete cessation of pheno- mena, and Tyler, immensely relieved, began following up the odd events of the rabbit’s leg that didn’t fall off when dipped in liquid air. This, of . course, was a phenomenon in itself, and might be one that couldn’t occur outside the confines of this queer house. That was the kind of angle that might drive you mad if you thought about it too much. For how could you comicloooks.corn