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Now, understand, I’ m not specially prejudiced against guys corningone another. ‘ You didn’ t have to be Son of Sam or Cain slayin’ Abel,or whoever the fuck you been. The way he figured it, a few more years, and he could stay up all night, almost. One month earlier, on October 8th, 1976, my mother died, after a long and dehumanizing illness.

I realized, as I had not even suspected, that I was tired. (Though shit like Battlestar Ponderosa and Universal’s Buck Rogers seem to assure us that thesteamroller mediocrity of tv can even trivialize sf, despite the built-in deterrents. (“Train them,” Kline told me. And now shethreatened to take even that cheap thing, simply by her existence, her presence here in this room.