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. Never mind, dear. In another ten
years you will understand. Just pay no attention to me when I whimper. Doesn't
mean anything- just the monkey on my back."
"Richard? Would psychoanalysis help?"
"Can't risk it. I once knew a writer who tried that route. Cured him of
writing all right. But did not cure him of the need to write. The last I saw of
him he was crouching in a comer, trembling. That was his good phase. But the
mere sight of a wordprocessor would throw him into a fit."
"Uh... that bent for mild exaggeration?"
"Why, Gwen! I could take you to him. Show you his gravestone. Never mind,
dear; I'm going to call the Manager's housing desk." I turned back to the
terminal-
-just as the dum thing lit up like a Christmas tree and the emergency bell
chimed steadily. I flipped the answer switch. "Ames here! Are we broached?"
Words sounded while letters streamed across the face of the CRT, and the
printer started a printout without my telling it to-I hate it when it does that.
"Official to Dr. Richard Ames: The Management finds that the compartment
you now occupy designated 715301 at 65-15-0.4 is urgently needed. You are
notified to vacate at once. Unused rent has been applied to your account, plus a
free bonus of fifty crowns for any inconvenience this may cause you. Order
signed by Arthur Middlegaff, Manager's Proxy for Housing
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