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Box 270
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Dear John; I had this one on the griddle and so finished it mid-novel to get something out. I have it on request but as I am going to write a limited number of science fiction stories this year, I see no reason to run a name which in this field is essentially ASTOUNDING into competition with you. The house requesting is a detective outlet for me primarily and I would just as soon keep it so. I get, by the way, good rates on why-do-they-have-to-do-its which is a shocking commentary on the bloody, vengeful mindedness of our citizens and precious public, who ought to content themselves with good clean opera. While I am writing otherwise, the house in question is struggling to get me out the list of taboos I ordered from them. By mid-February they will probably have whipped me up some fine plots! Remember? The novel is coming right along. The scientist will save the world yet!
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