Kandinski looked up. ‘Do you read science fiction?’ he asked matter-of-factly.’Not as a rule,’ Ward admitted. When Kandinski said nothing he went on: ‘Perhaps I’m too skeptical, but I can’t take it too seriously.’Kandinski pulled at a blister on his palm. ‘No one suggests you should. What you mean is that you take it too seriously.’Accepting the rebuke with a smile at himself, Ward pulled out one of the magazines and sat down at a table next to Kandinski. On the cover was a placid suburban setting of snugly eaved houses, yew trees, and children’s bicycles. Spreading slowly across the roof-tops was an enormous pulpy nightmare, blocking out the sun behind it and throwing a weird phosphorescent glow over the roofs and lawns. ‘You’re probably right,’ Ward said, showing the cover to Kandinski. ‘I’d hate to want to take that seriously.'(“The Venus Hunters”)
Kandinski looked up. ‘Do you read science fiction?’ he asked matter-of-factly.’Not as a rule,’ Ward admitted. When Kandinski said nothing he went on: ‘Perhaps I’m too skeptical, but I can’t take it too seriously.’Kandinski pulled at a blister on his palm. ‘No one suggests you should. What you mean is that you take it too seriously.’Accepting the rebuke with a smile at himself, Ward pulled out one of the magazines and sat down at a table next to Kandinski. On the cover was a placid suburban setting of snugly eaved houses, yew trees, and children’s bicycles. Spreading slowly across the roof-tops was an enormous pulpy nightmare, blocking out the sun behind it and throwing a weird phosphorescent glow over the roofs and lawns. ‘You’re probably right,’ Ward said, showing the cover to Kandinski. ‘I’d hate to want to take that seriously.'(“The Venus Hunters”)
