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Times Square at five ahts of theand of the False War With Russia Traffic had long stopped The streets were full of people The Wanderer, nowhalf the42nd, but low in the sky, its yellowred

The advertisehter by contrast, especially the new sixty-foot genie bafflingly juggling the three oranges big as bushel baskets

But the streets were no longer still While some people just stood there and stared west, the : not a few had joined hands and were snaking about with a co couples danced savagely Andthat had several versions, but the newest of these was being sung at the source, where Sally Harris still danced, though now she had acquired a supporting teait now, her contralto e orb!in the western sky Strange light!streaht But we&039;re gonna live tonight, Live with a neo-bop beatl

Golden!like treasure ships Crimson!as sinful lips But there&039;ll be no more June &039;Cause there ain&039;t no more moon - Just a Planet!on Forty-second Street! All of a sudden the singing and dancing stopped everywhere at once - because the dance floor had begun to tre A few tiles, not ainst the sidewalks There were screams - not many of those, either But when the little earthquake was over, it could be seen that the sixty-foot genie had lost his three oranges, though he still kept going through the

Arab Jones and his weed-brothers walked rapidly, three abreast, along 125th Street away from Lenox, in the direction all the other dark faces were peering: west, where the Wanderer was setting, a great gaudy poker chip - bloated purple X on orange field - that alold-piece of the moon Soon the heavenly pair would be hidden by the General Grant Houses, which e the small-town look of Harle 125th

The three weed-brothers were so loaded that their exciteht out onto the streetthe Wanderer

The east was rosy, where the sun, pausing in the horizon wings for his entrance, had washed out all the stars and brought the ht to Manhattan But no one looked that way, or gave any sign that it et some sleep The spires of lower Manhattan were an unwatched fairy-tale city of castles to the south

Arab and Pepe and High had long since quit trying to push through the staring, mostly silent crowd on the sidewalks and had taken to the street, where no carswas easier It seemed to Pepe that a power ca all motors andray out of the coh Bundy whispered: "Oldinto her this time He circle in front of her, decide he like her, then whooshl"

Arab said, "Maybe he hiding &039;cause he scared Like we"

"Scared of what?" asked High

"The end of the world," said Pepe Martinez, his voice rising in a soft, high ail

Only the ris, which wereswiftly up the sky as the weed-brothers approached the hold of the upper aronna end, I gettin&039; off Get away from all these owly-eyed deaders waitin&039; for the troo set away! - We catch her at the river and clio and their new friends were sitting on the sand fifty feet in front of the dark gate when the second quake jolted the beach It did nothing beyond rocking the they could do about it, so they just gasped and rocked there The soldier ran out of the toith his subain He did not anshen Doc called cheerily: "Hey, wasn&039;t that a sockdolager!"

Fivehungry now"

"So aently soothing a very upset Ragnarok, said: "Now, that&039;s a funny thing We were going to serve coffee and sandwiches after the eclipse The coffee was in four big therht it It&039;s all still down at the beach"

Wanda sat up on her cot, despite the thin wolon the coast?" she demanded crossly

Hunter started to tell her, not without a touch of sarcasht of the new planet, when he saw that there really was another light-source - an ugly red furnace-flaring which the other light had ested somberly

The thin woman said: "Oh dear, that would have to happen now As if we didn&039;t have enough trouble"

Hunter pressed his lips together He refused to say: "Or it could be Los Angeles burning"

The Little Man recalled their attention to the heavens, where the purple-and-yellow intruder now hid the ht to have a name for the new planet You know, it&039;s funny, onein creation to me, but the next minute it&039;s just a patch of sky I can cover with my outstretched hand"

"What&039;s the word &039;planet&039; really mean, Mr Brecht?" Ann asked

" &039;Wanderer,&039; dear," Raht: Ispan is known to man by a thousand names, yet is still Ispan

Harry McHeath, who&039;d just discovered Norse ood na for ht: They could call it Don, and she bit her lip and hugged Miaow so that the cat protested, and tears luht na that was the Broken Egg to the Ramrod and the Needle-Eye to Ann now touched the lefthand rim of the Wanderer as they viewed it The yellow polar patches re into view on the righthand rim In all, four yellow riot out his notebook and began to sketch it

The Wanderer

"The purpleX," Wojtowicz said

"The tilted cross," the Ra aloud at last "The notched disk The circle split in four"

"It&039;s a mandala," said Rama Joan

"Oh yeah," Wojtowicz said "Professor, you was telling us about those," he addressed hi-or-other"

"Psychic unity," the bearded man said