（外文电子版资料）Theodore Sturgeon - Its You.pdfVIP

Its You!! It wasnt the hair that made him cry out like that, though God knows Californias enough to turn anyone into a hair freak these days; well she was enough by herself with that silken waterfall of coppery-canary to freak you, and it wasnt that or the crinkle cornered arch on arch of the eye and brow or the perfect teeth, not by themselves. It wasnt even the absolute confidence with which she wore the see-through shirt through which he saw the absolute confidence of her breasts, or even that she was exactly tall enough and round enough. More than anything else, it was that she was real. Everybody does this thing, although some cats know it more than others: you see chicks, you see pix, you add and subtract and over the years things settle in-just so big, just so dark, just so-just exactly so until its all finished. Then that finished thing, that her, settles down inside you and every time you see someone, or in a magazine, or at the show, you set it up against her. It could be great, you could get excited, you could dream a lot about any of the others, but somehow they never, never check out with the her youve made. So when he saw her he yelled it out. It came out of him and he hadnt known he was going to say it, it hit him that hard. Maybe thats how you know-it bursts out of you without a thought. Hed just parked the Monster and was half in, half out when he saw her. She was hitchhiking with a girlfriend-they do that a lot in California. He was never able to remember much about that girlfriend, Susie or Dottie or something. Maybe he never saw her, much. There was this truck parked off the road with berries and com-on-the-cob and tomatoes and stuff, and he liked corn and that was why he stopped. He walked over to the two girls and pointed at the Monster and said, Ill be right with you. They smiled at him and looked him over, and at each other, checking him out, and then said Thanks and went over to the car. Something developed f