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The Flat-Eyed Monster William Tenn For the first few moments, Clyde Manship—who up to then had been an assistant professor of Comparative Literature at Kelly University—for the first few moments, Manship tried heroically to convince himself that he was merely having a bad dream. He shut his eyes and told himself chidingly, with a little superior smile playing about his lips, that things as ugly as this just did not occur in real life. No. Definitely a dream. He had himself half convinced, until he sneezed. It was too loud and wet a sneeze to be ignored. You didnt sneeze like that in a dream—if you sneezed at all. He gave up. Hed have to open his eyes and take another look. At the thought, his neck muscles went rigid with spasm. A little while ago, hed fallen asleep while reading an article hed written for a schol-arly journal. Hed fallen asleep in his own bed in his own apartment in Callahan Hall—a charming and inexpensive residence for those members of the faculty who are bachelors and desire to live on campus. Hed awakened with a slightly painful tingling sensation in every inch of his body. He felt as if he were being stretched, stretched interminably and—and loosened. Then, abruptly, he had floated off the bed and gone though the open window like a rapidly attenuating curl of smoke. Hed gone straight up to the star-drenched sky of night, dwindling in substance until he lost consciousness completely. And had come to on this enormous flat expanse of white tabletop, with a multivaulted ceiling above him and dank, barely breathable air in his lungs. Hanging from the ceiling were quantities and quantities of what was indubitably electronic equipment, but the kind of equipment the boys in the Physics Department might dream up, if the grant theyd just received from the government for military radiation research had been a million times larger than it was, and if Professor Bowles, the department head, had insisted that every gadget be ca