The following's a quote, apparently from Raymond Chandler,
clipped from a web-page and fowarded to me by a friend some
months ago:
>TV ULTRA for Wednesday July 7, 1999
>http://www.tvultra.com/
>
>RAYMOND CHANDLER
>
>BRAVO, 7pm PT / 10pm ET (1:00)
>
>(...)
>Chandler hated science fiction. Here's part of a
letter he wrote to a
>friend in 1953:
>
>"Did you ever read what they call Science Fiction.
It's a scream. It is
>written like this: "I check out with K 19 on
Aldabaran III, and stepped
>out through the crummalite hatch on my 22 Model Sirus
Hardtop. I cocked
>the timejector in secondary and waded through the
bright blue manda
>grass. My breath froze into pink pretzels. I flicked
on the heat bars
>and the Brylls ran swiftly on five legs using their
other two to send
>out crylon vibrations. The pressure was almost
unbearable, but I caught
>the range on my wrist computer through the
transparent cysicites. I
>pressed the trigger. The thin violet glow was icecold
against the
>rust-colored mountains. The Brylls shrank to half an
inch long and I
>worked fast stepping on them with the poltex. But it
wasn't enough. The
>sudden brightness swung me around and the Fourth Moon
had already risen.
>I had exactly four seconds to hot up the
disintegrator and Google had
>told me it wasn't enough. He was right.
>
>"They pay brisk money for this crap?"
Bruce T. =
btownley@sirius.com
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