I still remember it all so clearly, how I felt as I lay on the bed, and
all the rest of the story. But I don't feel now the way I did when Renn
gave me the word. Not at all.
I make a very nice salary working for Renn up here--mostly newsreels
and a few dramas, although even with the medicine nobody will volunteer
to make a show where the tawnies tear them up. And there are some very
nice things about being a Martian. Arden is even more interesting now
that we both have three more senses. And Mars is wonderful. No lousy
bars, and that dead, dry, marvelously itchy green sand.