The bartender grinned. "Crazy as a makron."

I said slowly, "He seemed normal enough to me. Uh ... perhaps a bit

eccentric."

Sam said, "Brother, he's as far around the corner as you can get. You

know what he thinks? He thinks that he's wandering through space, going

from planet to planet, trying to find a situation similar to that in

which he sent away the person he loved most to his death. He thinks

that if he ever finds that similar situation, he'll be able to make the

opposite decision from the one he made before and that will redeem him."

* * * * *

I frowned. "Where does he get the money for his wandering around the

planets?"

"He don't need no money. He's good luck. There's not a captain in the

system that would refuse free passage to old Joseph." Sam shrugged his

beefy shoulders. "And who am I to say otherwise? That's why I give the

bums free drinks when he's around; so does every other bartender."

Two customers had entered and Sam made his way down to them, leaving me

alone.

A halftripper scurried through the door and cringed up to me. He

whimpered, "How about a drink, spaceman? I...."

I flipped him a coin. "Sure, buddy," I said, repressing my usual nausea

at the sight of him. I got down from my stool and made my way out. It

was time for me to return to the spaceport and my job.

I suppose that I forgot to tell the cabbie to take me to the

administration building entrance--the first time I'd made that mistake

in years. I was preoccupied with thoughts of Joseph and the story Sam

had told of him. The guards at the main gate must have let us through

without question when they saw my United Space Lines uniform. At any

rate, when I looked up, it was too late. Not only was I on the landing

field and in full view of the concrete take-off aprons, but one

gigantic freighter was in the process of blasting off.

All the horror of it flowed over me with a rush. The careful training

of years; the work of the doctors who had treated me; all my own

self-discipline--were gone. I shook with terrified frenzy. The depths

of space! The free fall! The black emptiness! The utter, uncontrollable

terror!

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