The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag

The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag

Language: English

Pages: 214

ISBN: 0441854575

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag

Language: English

Pages: 214

ISBN: 0441854575

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Robert A. Heinlein, the celebrated author of Stranger in a Strange Land, interrupts the lives of two ordinary people for a terrifying night-ride alo ng the interface between reality and . . . our world. "One of the grand masters of science fiction."--Wall Street Journal. Reissue.

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first to avoid jarring the bed for fear of waking her; then he realized that waking her was just what he wanted most to do. Nevertheless he could not bring himself to be rough and noisy about it-she looked so helpless lying there. He pulled a chair up close to the bed, where he could touch one of her hands and watch her closely for any change. By holding rigidly still he found that he could just perceive the rise and fall of her breast. It reassured him a little; he spent a long time watching

"Wait a moment. You'll see." The Grand Marshal of the march came trotting back down the line. He rode a black stallion and was himself brave in villain's boots, white pegged breeches, cutaway, and top hat. He glanced all around. He stopped immediately in front of Johnny. Johnny held the dog more closely to him. The Grand Marshal dismounted and bowed. Johnny looked around to see who was behind him. The Marshal removed his tall silk hat and caught Johnny's eye. "You, sir, are the Man Who

this distraction! This is part of their plan- But it was too late, too late. He felt himself slipping, falling, wrenched from reality back into the fraud world in which they had kept him. It was gone, gone completely, with no single association around him to which to anchor memory. There was nothing left but the sense of heart-breaking loss and the acute ache of unsatisfied catharsis. "Leave it where it is. I'll take care of it." "Okey-doke." The attendant bustled out, slamming the door, and

Am I to be left to amuse myself? We might as well look it over as long as we are here, though I'm warning you, Homer, I'm not going to like it." "We might as well," agreed Teal, and drew a key from his pocket with which he let them in the front door. "We may pick up some clues." The entrance hall was in perfect order, the sliding screens that separated it from the garage space were back, permitting them to see the entire compartment. "This looks all right," observed Bailey. "Let's go up on

tesseract house, not because they wanted to see it again, but in order to pick up their car. THE HOUSE OF THE FUTURE!!!. COLOSSAL-AMAZING-. REVOLUTIONARY At last the rancher turned the corner that brought them back to where they had started. But the house was no longer there. There was not even the ground floor room. It had vanished. The Baileys, interested in spite of themselves, poked around the foundations with Teal. "Got any answers for this one, Teal?" asked Bailey. "It must be that

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