We've often wondered what would happen if Robert Young should cease to be a lyrically intense writer for a story or two, forsaking the bright poetic worlds of Miss Katy Three and The First Sweet Sleep Of Night to become dispassionately analytical on a cosmic scale. Now we know! He'd chill us to the bone by setting two squixes to brooding over a never-to-be-born Earth, exactly as he's done here. And thrill us, too -- with the liveliest kind of entertainment.
Originally published short story from Fantastic Worlds, Sept 1956, now available thru Gutenberg et. al.
We've often wondered what would happen if Robert Young should cease to be a lyrically intense writer for a story or two, forsaking the bright poetic worlds of Miss Katy Three and The First Sweet Sleep Of Night to become dispassionately analytical on a cosmic scale. Now we know! He'd chill us to the bone by setting two squixes to brooding over a never-to-be-born Earth, exactly as he's done here. And thrill us, too -- with the liveliest kind of entertainment.
Originally published short story from Fantastic Worlds, Sept 1956, now available thru Gutenberg et. al.