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When I should have been writing plays. But what do I write about? Why not a comedy-- The Yankee and the Commissar a load of laughs about a woman commissar who marries an American blue blood who manufactures typewriters. There are no women commissars of course but one must maintain the illusion of a free and equal society. "Bruce my dear " says the commissar in a thick but sexy Russian accent "your typewriter company is suspiciously close to making a.
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Screens; in its place was the picture that by this time must have been familiar to most of the human race. There were now three igloos of assorted sizes on or around the raft; as the sunlight glinted from their reflecting outer surfaces they looked like giant drops of mercury. One of the dustskis was parked beside the largest dome; the other two were in transit still shuttling supplies from Port Roris. Like the mouth of a well the caisson projected from the Sea. Its rim was only twenty centimeters above the dust and the opening seemed much too narrow for a man to enter. It would indeed have been a very tight fit for anyone wearing a space suit--but the crucial part of this operation would be done without suits. At regular intervals a cylindrical grab was disappearing into the well to be hauled back to the surface a few seconds later by a small but powerful crane. On each withdrawal the grab would be swung clear of the.
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