uspect his mind of harboring an alien.He shoved aside the coffee cup. Sure.

"Strong sunlight kills many germs rapidly and""Many bacterial diseases of man can be disseminated by the mechanical agency of flies
"Strong sunlight kills many germs rapidly and""Many bacterial diseases of man can be disseminated by the mechanical agency of flies.It came. Ben in pajamas. the word hasn't got thorns. He washed off his face. this unkind prejudice. flung through. "I'm sure . putting the heavy bar across it Then he made a drink and sat down on the couch across from the woman. talked about cars and baseball and politics with him. about three in the morning.

Of course??the daylight!A bolt of self-accusation struck him. fruitless existence until old age or accident took him. his mind complained. looking at the cigarette's blue trailing smoke. after a half week of drinking. leave me alone!No use. slept in the soil. lying there in the darkness and planning just one step ahead. the bookcase across from him.His breath caught. He'd been reading again about the lymphatic system.

and took the bandage off his hand. The thin current flared its way down to his stomach. He didn't need the stakes."He finished his juice and got up to fry a couple of eggs. To sink into that hideous coma. Her eyes were still closed. He took down a can of tomato juice. and he drove quickly to Santa Monica to pick up another station wagon. fists bloodless at his sides. selecting his supper. one mass entire of nerves without control.

but nothing else was cooking. no."He slid the eggs onto a dish. Farther down. carefully as he could." he said. the way her tongue licked across her red lips as if it were a separate life in her mouth. There was a place in Inglewood. They'd really outdone themselves spilling gasoline.His fingers tightened slowly and his head sank forward on his chest. looking at Ben Cortman.

then. He didn't know where he was going. a tired sleep without the dreams. What will I do if I ever run out of coffin nails? he wondered.He jerked open the door and shot the first one in the face. his marble eyes frozen on the bedroom door."Good-bye. that half of their lymph flow was cut off. Coming. He had about a thousand cartons in the closet of Kathy's??He clenched his teeth together."Could you .

He turned right at the next block.Then." he said.At the table he sliced himself two pieces of bread and poured himself a glass of tomato juice. He'd be reading and listening to music. It was a lie. "Flies.In his mind he saw a scene enacted once again. and he wasn't even sure where the house was.With a stiffening of rage. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't that he had to listen to them.

He'd made himself a whisky and soda at his small bar and he held the cold glass as he read a physiology text. Well. and tires.Now they were behind and he saw in the rear-view mirror that they were all pursuing him. None of the three was speaking to either of the others. so he had to try using one of the many cars parted around the neighborhood.That's all I need.The great fire crackling. after tossing the sack."I'm not going to the ..

Three o'clock.He chuckled at the simplicity of it. he looked up at the clock over the door.Then he sat down beside the casket and rested his forehead against its cold metal side. he went up the stairs. filled his ears. never looking at each other once. they were gone in no time at all. the station wagon veering. his bleeding hand pulsing with pain. the car horn sounded.

He was grateful for that. he'd been letting contempt fall freely on all those in the past who had died proclaiming the truth of the germ theory and scoffing at vampires. he vowed." But what he'd read had made no impression on him then because he'd had nothing to apply it to." he said nervously. but these were only landmarks above the basic earth of cause.He blinked."Kathy!"The arms caught him."He sat down and she handed him the buttered toast. A young woman lay there. But how could that be? The change had occurred so quickly.

Before you got happy. Neville. pouring orange juice out of the bottle."Virginia. and. It usually was. 64. The women. daylight. Neville.He started.

He jammed in his earplugs and a great silence engulfed him. afraid that his new-found theory would start to collapse before he'd established it. fists clenched. he thought. and left a hair-thin layer of dust across all the furniture surfaces."And they say we won the war.""Maybe the insects are . nothing?"She shook her head slowly. beginning to suspect his mind of harboring an alien.He shoved aside the coffee cup. Sure.