（外文电子版资料）Larry Niven - Madness Has its Place.doc

MADNESS HAS ITS PLACE Larry Niven A world that had forgotten war did not easily accept the possibility of invading aliens. LN I A lucky few of us know the good days before theyre gone. I remember my eighties. My job kept me in shape and gave me enough variety to keep my mind occupied. My love life was imperfect but interesting. Modern medicine makes the old fairy tales look insipid; I almost never worried about my health. Those were the good days, and I knew them. I could remember worse. I can remember when my memory was better, too. Thats what this file is for. I keep it updated for that reason and also to maintain my sense of purpose. The Monobloc had been a singles bar since the 2320s. In the 2330s Id been a regular. Id found Charlotte there. We held our wedding reception at the Monobloc, then dropped out for twenty-eight years. My first marriage - hers, too - both in our forties. After the children grew up and moved away, after Charlotte left me, too, I came back. The place was much changed. I remembered a couple of hundred bottles in the hologram bar display. Now the display was twice as large and seemed more realistic - better equipment, maybe - but only a score of bottles in the middle were liquors. The rest were flavored or carbonated water, high-energy drinks, electrolytes, a thousand kinds of tea; there was also food to match: raw vegetables and fruits kept fresh by high-tech means, arrayed with low-cholesterol dips, bran in every conceivable form short of injections. The Monobloc had swallowed its neighbors. It was bigger, with curtained alcoves and a small gym upstairs for working out or for dating. Herbert and Tina Schroeder still owned the place. Their marriage had been open in the 2330s. Theyd aged since. So had their clientele. Some of us had married or drifted away or died of alcoholism, but word of mouth and the Velvet Net had maintained a continuous tradition. Twenty-eight years later they looked better than ever... wrinkled, of course, but lean