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Down the street she went, patting her ta at the top of her voice, "Happy Am I, I'm Always Happy"

Dazed, Ettil returned to his letter

"Dear Tylla: To think that in ined that the Earthuns and bo There is no Rick or Mick or Jick or Bannon--those lever felloho save worlds No

"There are blond robots with pink rubber bodies, real, but somehow unreal, alive but so in caves all of their lives Theirderrieres are incredible in girth Their eyes are fixed andat picture screens The only muscles they have occur in their jaws froum

"And it is not only these, my dear Tylla, but the entire civilization into which we have been dropped like a shovelful of seeds into a large concreteof us will survive We will be killed not by the gun but by the glad-hand We will be destroyed not by the rocket but by the automobile"

Somebody screamed A crash, another crash Silence

Ettil leaped up from his letter Outside, on the street two ears had crashed One full of Martians, another with Earthmen Ettil returned to his letter:

"Dear, dear Tylla, a few statistics if you will allow Forty-five thousand people killed every year on this continent of Aht in the can, as it were, in the automobiles Red blood jelly, hite hts, transfixed in the iht neat sardine rolls--all sauce, all silence

"Blood hways Faces made into Halloween masks by sudden stops Halloween is one of their holidays I think they worship the auto to do with death, anyway

"You look out yourand see two people lying atop each other in friendly fashion who, a o, had never met before, dead I foresee our arum Sometime in the next day I shall try to escape back to Mars before it is too late

"Soht, my Tylla, there is a Man with a Lever, which, when he pulls it, Will Save the World The athers dust He himself plays pinochle

"The wo us in a tide of banal senti before the ht, Tylla Wishto escape My love to our child"

Weeping silently, he folded the letter and reminded himself to mail it later at the rocket post

He left the park What was there to do? Escape? But how? Return to the post late tonight, steal one of the rockets alone and go back to Mars? Would it be possible? He shook his head He was much too confused

All that he really kneas that if he stayed here he would soon be the property of a lot of things that buzzed and snorted and hissed, that gave off fue pink, trained ulcer, a blood pressure of algebraic dihtths of dreah which he ht No, no