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The science fiction writers of this world are resolutely differentfrom mankind and from each other-except that Philip K. Dick is more different. He goes his own way, writing his own kind of book, irrespective of changing moods and styles, true unto himself and his own inner vision. He produces steadily, but never badly, and won a well-deserved Hugo for his Man in the High Castle. Here he is at his deep-probing best, keeping the reader on the run, exploring levels of consciousness and worryingbut worrying wellthe SF worrying-tooth of what is reality? Philip K. Dick WE CAN REMEMBER IT FOR YOU WHOLESALE He awoke and wanted Mars. The valleys, he thought. What would it be like to trudge among them? Great and greater yet: the dream grew as he became fully conscious, the dream and the yearning. He could almost feel the enveloping presence of the other world, which only Government agents and high officials had seen. A clerk like himself? Not likely. Are you getting up or not? his wife Kirsten asked drowsily, with her usual hint of fierce crossness. If you are, push the hot coffee button on the darn stove. Okay, Douglas Quail said, and made his way barefoot from the bedroom of their conapt to the kitchen. There, having dutifully pressed the hot coffee button, he seated himself at the kitchen table, brought out a yellow, small tin of fine Dean Swift snuff. He inhaled briskly,, and the Beau Nash mixture stung his nose, burned the roof of his mouth. But still he inhaled; it woKe him up and allowed his dreams, his nocturnal desires and random wishes, to condense into a semblance of rationality. I will go, he said to himself. Before I die Ill see Mars. It was, of course, impossible, and he knew this even as he dreamed. But the daylight, the mundane noise of his wife now brushing her hair before the bedroom mirror everything conspired to remind him of what he was. A miserable little salaried employee, he said to himself with bitterness. Kirsten reminded him of this at least once a

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