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That lonely , on what seeo

The creature who had run away on thethe white tombs

“Oh, my God, Roy” My eyes filled with tears shocked free by the impact, as fresh and nehen the Beast had stepped forth to raise his riven face into the night air “Oh, God—”

Roy was staring ild love at his wondrous work Only slowly did he turn to regard Manny Leiber What he saw stunned both of us

Manny’s face hite cheese His eyes swiveled in their sockets His throat croaked as if a wire choked his neck His hands clawed his chest as if his heart had stopped

“What’ve you done!” he shrieked “Jesus! My God, oh Christ! What is this? Tricks? Jokes? Cover it up! You’re fired!”

Manny hurled the damp towel at the clay Beast

“It’s crap!”

With stiff, mechanical movements, Roy covered the clay head “I didn’t—”

“You did! You want that on the screen? Pervert! Pack your things! Get out!” Manny shut his eyes, shuddering “Now!”

“You demanded this!” said Roy

“Well, now I demand you destroy it!”

“The best, reatest work! Look at it, dammit! It’s beautiful! It’s mine!”

“No! The studio’s! Dump it! The film is scrubbed You’re both fired I want this place empty in an hour Move!”

“Why,” asked Roy, quietly, “are you overreacting?”