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Title: Sense from Thought Divide

Author: Mark Irvin Clifton

Illustrator: van Dongen

Release Date: September 5, 2007 [EBook #22513]

Language: English

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SENSE FROM THOUGHT DIVIDE

BY MARK CLIFTON

_What is a "phony"? Someone who believes he can do X, when
he can't, however sincerely he believes it? Or someone who can
do X, believes he can't, and believes he is pretending he can?_

Illustrated by van Dongen

"Remembrance and reflection, how allied;
What thin partitions sense from thought divide."

Pope

When I opened the door to my secretary's office, I could see her looking
up from her desk at the Swami's face with an expression of fascinated
skepticism. The Swami's back was toward me, and on it hung flowing folds
of a black cloak. His turban was white, except where it had rubbed
against the back of his neck.

"A tall, dark, and handsome man will soon come into your life," he was
intoning in that sepulchral voice men habitually use in their dealings
with the absolute.

Sara's green eyes focused beyond him, on me, and began to twinkle.

"And there he is right now," she commented dryly. "Mr. Kennedy,
Personnel Director for Computer Research."

The Swami whirled around, his heavy robe following the movement in a
practiced swirl. His liquid black eyes looked me over shrewdly, and he
bowed toward me as he vaguely touched his chest, lips and forehead. I
expected him to murmur, "Effendi," or "Bwana Sahib," or something, but
he must have felt silence was more impressive.

I acknowledged his greeting by pulling down one corner of my mouth. Then
I looked at his companion.

The young lieutenant was standing very straight, very stiff, and a flush
of pink was starting up from his collar and spreading around his
clenched jaws to leave a semicircle of white in front of his red ears.