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YOU DO TAKE IT WITH YOU We agreed readily. “Tell him thanks, we'll be right over,” said George. He caught the astronaut’s eye and waved a greeting, and _ shovelled away the last of his helping of _ thick cream sponge. He fol- lowed my glance to his paunch with a sardonic eye and chuckled. “‘Guess you and I _wouldn’t do for space, Ted. I couldn’t stand living on sucked tea and concentrate for months at a time. It must be like that poet chap’s bit about the ‘ante-room of death,’ with one foot in the grave and the other on the spatial equivalent of a banana skin. Still, come on, let’s go and swap space news with Graves. _ I bet the old geyser’s forgotten more than a couple of earth- bound troglodytes like us will ever know.” 3 So that’s how we found ourselves in the small Venus room, with its softly lit ceil- ing that duplicated space as seen from the second planet, and its magnificent sweep of plexiglass windows that gave a better-than-average view of the distant pits. We had the room to ourselves. George ‘seems to be a law unto him- 137 self, and works and lunches when he feels like it. I had coptered up to the club on a business discussion and was in no hurry to get back to Johannesburg, that city of tireless frustration. And Graves, of course, could do as he liked. The old astronaut looked a lot older than when I had seen him last. But he still had his space figure—a piece - of skin stretched over a sinew—and also the clear, rather disconcerting eye remi- niscent of the ancient and obsolete mariners of the twen- tieth. He greeted us warmly. “You look well, Merton,” he said to me, courteously. And to George: “‘How’s your boy? Still on the Mars run?’ _ “Oh, Joe’s doing alright, I | suppose,” said George dif- fidently. His pride and his fear were almost hidden, but Graves nodded as though he understood. ““Today’s ships, Davis, and Youth! They'll see ° more of the system than we ever did, for all the adventur- ous ballyhoo of the 60’s and 70’s.”” conmiclsooks.com