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And now, Pseudopsychoenvironmencology Today presents the long-awaited rebuttal to cynically jaded visions of futility and dark expectations. Here, they are put in their proper perspective.
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Son of Glieb by James Newton Thames
(Plain Text for page 51):

SON OF "GLIEB"

        Now the dawn approaches-- A new begins. The sun, now a flaming red monster peaking over the horizon, prepares to start its daily journey across the dull, blue-green skies of Titanuis.
        A field of Greyflowers takes on its characteristic daytime smokey grey-- after a night of illuminating the forests of Odakin with a dazzling array of rainbow colors. Life within the forests settles down to rest from intense nocturnal activities. Large yellow plants receiving no more light from the Greyflower field close up within themselves taking with them sparkling crystalline leaves. Night prowlers take up residence in the Burrows of Kath. Huge gaudy puff plants draw in their multi-colored pollen pyths and assume the appearance of piles of stones.
        Few strangers wander into the forests of Odakin and live as the one who now stumbles out into the clearing has. Few make their way even to the Greyflower field. What beauties has this person of so great an accomplishment seen? What strange mysterious wonders has he lived to tell about? --He now approaches; a lean fellow, with sandy brown hair and blue-grey eyes (one of which looks slightly off to one side) ... We now ask you, oh great doer of wonders, to tell us of your odessy.
        "Well, uh... I made it... and, uh... I feel alright now."
        "But tell us of the beauty of the forests!"
        Well, uh... it was cold... and, uh, there where these things that were... well, uh,... they weren't really pretty... In fact, it was darn cold and I was pretty miserable the whole time."
        "But the beauties you saw, what of them?"

 
 

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