I have no man's proxy: I speak only for myself.
The half-head drips with molten fat, and the cachucha man (who is in a dark suit with shirt and tie) winces at the heat as with both hands he rips it apart, yanking a chunkful of cheek from the pig's grinning profile, hot grease streaming over his hands and splashing out into the crowd.
In that country it is that a hireling scribe (a chance child of fortune and of war), urged on by his paltry lawyerings, put his vile name to this paltry proclamation, putting down freemen.
On January 1st, 1952 (past history to you readers) I expect to put out Volume 1, Number 1 of OOPSLA, my own fan mag. Sub rates are 10c per copy, 60c a year at a bi-monthly schedule. At that price goes the possibility of an annish.
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