Huddling Place----Clifford D. Simak(30)
He flipped the page over, went on to the last one.
It was a good paper, he knew, but it could not be published, not just yet. Perhaps after he had died. No one, so far as he could determine, had ever so much as realized the trend, had taken as matter of course the fact that men seldom left their homes. Why, after all, should they leave their homes?
Certain dangers may be recognized in—
The televisor muttered at his elbow and he reached out to flip the toggle.
The room faded and he was face to face with a man who sat behind a desk, almost as if he sat on the opposite side of Webster's desk. A gray-haired man with sad eyes behind heavy lenses.
For a moment Webster stared, memory tugging at him.
"Could it be—" he asked and the man smiled gravely.
"I have changed," he said. "So have you. My name is Clayborne. Remember? The Martian medical commission—"
It was a good paper, he knew, but it could not be published, not just yet. Perhaps after he had died. No one, so far as he could determine, had ever so much as realized the trend, had taken as matter of course the fact that men seldom left their homes. Why, after all, should they leave their homes?
Certain dangers may be recognized in—
The televisor muttered at his elbow and he reached out to flip the toggle.
The room faded and he was face to face with a man who sat behind a desk, almost as if he sat on the opposite side of Webster's desk. A gray-haired man with sad eyes behind heavy lenses.
For a moment Webster stared, memory tugging at him.
"Could it be—" he asked and the man smiled gravely.
"I have changed," he said. "So have you. My name is Clayborne. Remember? The Martian medical commission—"
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