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Sacramento, Calif.

July 25

Dear Joe:

All is lost unless we work swiftly. I received your revealing letter

the morning after having a terrible experience of my own. I drank a

lot of gin for two days and then decided to go to one of these seance

things.

Somewhere along the way I picked up a red-headed girl. When we got

to the darkened seance room, I took the redhead into a corner and

continued my investigations into the realm of love. I failed again

because she said yes immediately.

The nerves of my dermis were working overtime when suddenly I had the

most frightening experience of my life. Now I know what a horror these

people really are to our world.

The medium had turned out all the lights. He said there was a strong

psychic influence in the room somewhere. That was me, of course, but I

was too busy with the redhead to notice.

Anyway, Mrs. Somebody wanted to make contact with her paternal

grandmother, Lucy, from the beyond. The medium went into his act. He

concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in

the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,

shapeless cascade of light.

Mrs. Somebody reared to her feet and screeched, "Grandma Lucy!" Then I

really took notice.

Grandma Lucy, nothing! This medium had actually brought Blgftury

partially across the vibration barrier. He must have been vibrating in

the fringe area and got caught in the works. Did he look mad! His zyhku

was open and his btgrimms were down.

Worst of all, he saw me. Looked right at me with an unbelievable

pattern of pain, anger, fear and amazement in his matrix. Me and the

redhead.

Then comes your letter today telling of the fate that befell you as a

result of drinking alcohol. Our wrenchingly attuned faculties in these

not-world bodies need the loathsome drug to escape from the reality

of not-reality. It's true. I cannot do without it now. The day is only

half over and I have consumed a quart and a half. And it is dulling all

my powers as it has practically obliterated yours. I can't even become

invisible any more.

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