Langston had technicolor delusions; inanimate objects came alive in his hands; THEY were persecuting him, out to get him ... what a relief it was to know he wasn't going insane!
t happen to have a grimp with him. But there were a pair of Uranian galgaque--squat, gray, midget honeymooners--who smelled just as bad. They left a few days after I got here.
Then there had been at least half a dozen flimsy, ethereal little Venusians at one time or another, dragging themselves around and looking unhappy as hell. None of them stayed more than a few days, and they spent most of their time in the water.
I noticed one or two hairy, apelike dominants from Jupiter's third moon, and a few of the snaky, scaly, six-limbed creatures from the second. In addition, there was a group of Vega VI dominants who were hard to distinguish from humans if you didn't look closely enough to notice their complete hairlessness and the absence of neck.
And of course there were the inevitable Martians--giant, big-chested, spindly-limbed, red-hued parodies of humanity; friendly, good-natured and alert. But I don't really suppose they should be classed among the oddities of the plac
A pretty good idea--a machine projecting thoughts into someone\'s mind--turns into a trite story. From the opening, I wanted to like the story, but the author has a lot of baggage tacked on, and the whole "invasion" part of the story kills it.
Probably not the best use of your time.