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by Ray Bradbury

"Let us, by all means, be lucid," said Gorgono to Slith. Slith fluttered his reptile tongue and turned his morbid eyes to me. "Yes," he said, "let us, certainly be lucid, Bradbury. From now on use a contents page in Futuria Fantasia." And he spanked his tail slickly on my typewriter.

I don’t mind Slith so much, he’s only a little anachronistic reptile, a descendent of happier days in dinosaurial dawndom. I never feared Slith. But Gorgono!

Gorgono pierced me with his slanting green, clear eyes, heavy-lidded, extending one claw and attempting to keep it from shaking while his pointed ears stood up straight. A moment before he had been hunting fleas in the fertile hair that clothed his muscular limbs, but now he was serious; so very serious it frightened me.

And when the thunder-voiced, evil-eyed, shaggy haired and monstrous Gorgono reclined on the shelf over my head, saliva drooling with silent precision from his pendulous lips, and gave orders I hastened to obey them. Gorgono was the voice of the critics—the ogre of opinion, the harsh guttural commandment of style and fashion. And now Gorgono had grumbled, "Number your pages from now on, MISTER Bradbury or else YOUR number’ll be up. Why, Gad, man, the last issue of Futuria Fantasia I didn’t know if I was coming or going, the way you heiroglyphed the sheets. And I might add, you’re going to use even margins from here on in."

"Okay, okay, okay," I said, slinking with flushed visage behind my stencils. "But from now on Futuria Fantasia will be ten cents straight an issue. Ten cents straight."

"Agreed," snapped Gorgono, "if you are neater. But you must be new, neotiric, different." Then I flashed them the newly processed cover done by Bok. "Gods!" bellowed Gorgono. "That is stupendous! A fine beginning, mortal, a very fine beginning!" Slith agreed by pounding vigorously on the table with his scaly rump.

"And wait until you read Monroe’s yarn," I jubilantly exclaimed. "It’s not science-fiction, but it’s certainly a fine bit of story."

"Yes," said Gorgono, "this issue looks much better. Glad to see you’ve added two new authors, Damon Knight and Joe Kelleam from Astounding. I’ll have to remind the fans to send in their dimes for this issue and perhaps support you a little more than they have with letters. But we’ll see about that." He got up, stretched, yawned, and vanished in a belching ball of flame.

"Yes," said Slith, "we’ll see!" And he too vanished with a sharp pop. All was quiet. I went back to my stencils and my opium.