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The Flowered Thundermug by Alfred Bester
They left the Sociology Building, passed the teardrop swimming pool, the book-shaped library, the heart-shaped Heart Clinic, and came to the faculty-shaped Faculty-Building.

They Don't Make Life Like They Used by Alfred Bester
The girl rummaged through old cars skewed on the avenue until she found a loose fender. She smashed the plate-glass shop door, carefully stepped across the splinters, entered, and sorted through the dusty dress racks.

The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester
He lay quietly in the hydropathic bed while his heart shuddered and his eyes focused at random on in the room, simulating a calm he could not feel. The walls of green jade, the nightlight in the porcelain mandarin whose head nodded interminably if you touched him

Out of the Silent Planet by C.S. Lewis
The Period spent in the space-ship ought to have been one of terror and anxiety for Ransom. He was separated by an astronomical distance from every member of the human race except two whom he had excellent reasons for distrusting. He was heading for an unknown destination, and was being brought thither for a purpose which his captors steadily refused to disclose. Devine and Weston relieved each other regularly in a room which Ransom was never allowed to enter and where he supposed the controls of their machine must be. Weston, during his watches on, was almost entirely silent.

The Sliced-Crosswise Only-on-Tuesday World by Philip José Farmer
This was on the last day of the eight days of spring. He awoke to look out the door at the ashes and the firemen. A man in a white asbestos suit motioned for him to stay inside.

The Green Odyssey by Philip José Farmer
Hope came to him a month after he'd been made foreman of the kitchen slaves of the Duke of Tropat. It came to him as he was standing behind the Duchess during a meal and directing those who were waiting upon her.

The Keepers of the House by Lester Del Rey
The feeling left from the dream was still troubling him. He had bedded down in a dry shelter back from the water. After he had scraped away the ancient, dried bones of rabbits, it had seemed like a good place.

Badge of Infamy by Lester Del Rey

The Sky is Falling by Lester Del Rey

Last and First Men by Olaf Stapledon
Long before the human spirit awoke to clear cognizance of the world and itself, it sometimes stirred in its sleep, opened bewildered eyes, and slept again. One of these moments of precocious experience embraces the whole struggle of the First Men from savagery toward civilization.

Odd John: A Story Between Jest and Earnest by Olaf Stapledon
I know that he never walked till he was six, that before he was ten he committed several burglaries and killed a policeman, that at eighteen, when he still looked a young boy, he founded his preposterous colony in the South Seas, and that at twenty-three, in appearance but little altered, he outwitted the six warships that six Great Powers had sent to seize him. I know also how John and all his followers died.

The Flames by Olaf Stapledon
Presently, to my amazement, the strange object detached itself from the stone, spread itself into an almost bird-like shape, and then, rather like a gull negotiating a strong breeze before alighting, it hovered across the windy little hollow in the fire's heart, and settled on the brightest of the coals.

Sirius by Olaf Stapledon
She turned her face towards me with a smile that I shall not forget. Nor shall I forget the bewildering effect of the dog's earnest and almost formal little declaration. Later I was to realize that a rather stilted diction was very characteristic of him, in moments of deep feeling.

Last Men in London by Olaf Stapledon
WHEN I am in your world and your epoch I remember often a certain lonely place in my own world, and in the time that I call present. It is a comer where the land juts out into the sea as a confusion of split rocks, like a herd of monsters crowding into the water.

Death into Life by Olaf Stapledon
Squadron upon squadron, their intricate machines thundered toward the target, heavy with death. Darkness below; and above, the stars. Below, the invisible carpet of the fields and little homes; above, and very far beyond those flashing stars, the invisible galaxies, gliding through the immense dark, squadron upon squadron of universes, deploying in the boundless and yet measured space.

Darkness and the Light by Olaf Stapledon
At some date within the age that we call modern, some date not precisely known to me, for I looked back towards it from the distant futures as though searching in my remote past, the single torrent of terrestrial events is split, as though by a projecting promontory, so that it becomes thenceforth two wholly distinct and mutually exclusive surging floods of intricate existence

A Man Divided by Olaf Stapledon
I remember I was rather surprised when the bridegroom suddenly scratched his head, as though in perplexity, and began looking about him in a frank, inquisitive manner that seemed out of keeping with the occasion. And perhaps it was not quite seemly suddenly to turn his face full upon the lovely creature at his side

Collected Stories by Olaf Stapledon
On a bush a robin was singing. The young man's gaze left the girl's face and settled intently on the robin. "Watch that bird," he said. His voice was almost a whisper. Presently the bird stopped singing, and after looking miserable for a while, with its head hunched into its body, it dropped from the tree without opening its wings. It lay on the grass with its legs in the air, dead.

Star Maker by Olaf Stapledon
Yet there was bitterness. And bitterness not only invaded us from the world; it welled up also within our own magic circle. For horror at our futility, at our own unreality, and not only at the world's delirium, had driven me out on to the hill.

The Little Lamb by Fredric Brown
No, there wasn't anything to worry about. She was with friends somewhere and she was all right. My studio is almost a mile from town, up in the hills, and there wasn't any way she could let me know because there's no phone.

The Hat Trick by Fredric Brown
The thing squealed again as Walter lifted it a little higher out of the hat. It looked like a monstrous, hideous black rat. But it was bigger than a rat should be, too big even to have come out of the hat.

The Geezenstacks by Fredric Brown
"Funny thing happened today," he'd said. "I'm walking down Rodgers Place, past the Mariner Building--you know, Edith; it's where Doc Howard used to have his office--and something thudded on the sidewalk right behind me.

Don't Look Behind You by Fredric Brown
Just sit back and relax, now. Try to enjoy this; it's going be the last story you ever read, or nearly the last. After you finish it you can sit there and stall a while, you can find excuses to hang around your house

Arena by Fredric Brown
He was stark naked, and already his body was dripping perspiration from the enervating heat, coated blue with sand wherever sand had touched it. Elsewhere his body was white.

This World Is Taboo by Murray Leinster
He swung the outside electron telescope, picked up a nearby bright object, enlarged its image to show details, and checked it against the local star-pilot. He calculated a moment. The distance was too short for even the briefest of overdrive hops, but it would take time to get there on solar-system drive.

Operation: Outer Space by Murray Leinster
Cochrane found an ironic flavor in the thought that splendid daring and incredible technology had made his coming journey possible. Heroes had ventured magnificently into the emptiness beyond Earth's atmosphere.

The Runaway Skyscraper by Murray Leinster
Where, from this same window Arthur had seen the sun setting behind the Jersey hills, all edged with the angular roofs of factories, with their chimneys emitting columns of smoke, he now saw the same sun sinking redly behind a mass of luxuriant foliage. And where he was accustomed to look upon the tops of high buildings—each entitled to the name of "skyscraper"—he now saw miles and miles of waving green branches.

Space Tug by Murray Leinster
he was uncomfortable about the business of releasing the spaceship from the launching cage. There was, too, cause for worry in the take-off rockets; if the tube linings had shrunk there would be some rather gruesome consequences; and there could always be last-minute orders from Washington to delay or even cancel everything.

Operation Terror by Murray Leinster
Up to the time the Alaskan installation reported something strange in space, the state of things generally was neither alarming nor consoling.

The Man Who Rocked The Earth by Arthur Train And Robert Williams Wood

Code Three by Rick Raphael

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Rebel Raider by H. Beam Piper

Temple Trouble by H. Beam Piper

Naudsonce by H. Beam Piper

He Walked Around the Horses by H. Beam Piper

Hunter Patrol by H. Beam Piper

Uller Uprising by H. Beam Piper

Omnilingual by H. Beam Piper

The Keeper by H. Beam Piper

Graveyard of Dreams by H. Beam Piper

Genesis by H. Beam Piper

Murder In The Gunroom by H. Beam Piper

Four-Day Planet by H. Beam Piper

Ullr Uprising by H. Beam Piper

Time Crime by H. Beam Piper

Operation R.S.V.P. by H. Beam Piper

Null-ABC by H. Beam Piper

Flight From Tomorrow by H. Beam Piper

He Walked Around the Horses by H. Beam Piper

The Return by H. Beam Piper

Police Operation by H. Beam Piper

Space Viking by H. Beam Piper

A Slave is a Slave by H. Beam Piper

Last Enemy by H. Beam Piper

Dearest by H. Beam Piper

Crossroads of Destiny by H. Beam Piper

The Cosmic Computer by H. Beam Piper

The Answer by H. Beam Piper

The Return by H. Beam Piper

The Heads of Cerberus by Francis Stevens

Nightmare! by Francis Stevens

Serapion by Francis Stevens

Elf Trap by Francis Stevens

Behind The Curtain by Francis Stevens

Claimed! by Francis Stevens

Unseen - Unfeared by Francis Stevens

Tomorrow by Arthur Leo Zagat

Seven Out of Time by Arthur Leo Zagat

Children of Tomorrow by Arthur Leo Zagat

The Lanson Screen by Arthur Leo Zagat

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abstruse spiritual truths 
that the world of existence --
that is to say, 
this endless universe --
has no beginning.
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