The Wanderer

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Author: Fritz Leiber
Tags: Science-Fiction, nonfiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy
in space. The effect was exaggeratedly three-dimensional, with the moon section bumping out solidly. "We can give the new electroamplif a limited O.K.," the general said. "I'd say that's adequate crater definition now Christmas has got rid of its herringbone. Jimmy, let's have an unmagnified view of the whole moonward space sector."
    Colonel Mabel Wallingford studied the General covertly, knitting together her long, strong fingers. Someone had once told her that she had a strangler's hands, and she never looked at the General without remembering that. It gave her a bitter satisfaction that Spike should sound as casually confident as might Odin surveying the Nine Worlds from Hlithskjalf tower in Asgard, yet that he knew no more of where they now were than did she: that they were within fifty miles of the White House and at least 200 feet underground. They had all been driven here, and had entered the elevator hooded, and they had not met the staff they had relieved.
     
    Arab Jones and High Bundy and Pepe Martinez sipped at their fourth stick of tea, passing the potent thin reefer from fingers to fingers and holding the piney smoke long in their lungs. They sat on cushions and a carpet in front of a little tent with strings of wooden beads for a door, pitched on a rooftop in Harlem, not far from Lenox and 125th Street. Their eyes sought each other's with the friendly watchfulness of weed-brothers, then moved together toward the eclipsed moon.
    "Man, I bet she on pot too," High said. "See that bronzy smoke? Those lunar spacemen gonna get high."
    Pepe said, "We're gonna be way out there ourselves. You planning to eclipse, Arab?"
    Arab said, "The astronomical kick is the most"

Chapter Five
    Paul Hagbolt and Margo Gelhorn began to listen to what the man with the beard was saying: "A human being's hopes and fears, his deepest agitations, will always color what he sees in the skies—whether it's a plane or a planet or a ship from another world, or only a corpuscle of his own blood. Put it this way: every saucer is also a sign."
    Beardy's voice was mellow yet youthfully intense. Doc—the big bald man with thick glasses—and the She-Turban listened inscrutably. (It hadn't taken Margo two minutes to nickname all three panelists and several members of the audience.) Beardy continued: "The late Dr. Jung has explored this aspect of saucer sightings thoroughly in his book, Ein Moderner My thus von Dingen die am Himmel gesehen werden."
    His German was authentically gargled. He immediately translated: "A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies."
    "Who is Beardy?" Margo demanded of Paul. He started to study his program, but that was useless in the back-row darkness.
    Beardy went on, "Dr. Jung was particularly interested in saucers with the appearance of a circle divided into four parts. He relates such shapes to what Mahayana Buddhism calls mandalas. A mandala is a symbol of psychic unity—the individual mind embattled against insanity. It is apt to appear at times of great stress and danger, as today, when the individual is torn and shaken by his horror of atomic destruction, his dread of being depersonalized, made into one more soldier-slave or consumer-robot in a totalitarian horde, and his fear of completely losing touch with his own culture as it goes chasing off into ten thousand difficult yet crucial specializations."
    Paul found himself going through one of his usual guilt spasms. Not five minutes ago he'd been calling these people saucer maniacs, and here was the first one he heard sounding sensible and civilized.
    A little man, sitting at the same end of the first row as the dog Ragnarok, now stood up.
    "Excuse me, Professor," the Little Man said, "but according to my watch there are only fifteen minutes of full eclipse left. I want to remind everyone to keep up the watch, while paying attention of course to what our interesting speakers have to say. Rama Joan has told us of cosmic beings able to attend to a dozen lines of
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