[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Astounding Science-Fiction, September 1948. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Thomas Barden slept fitfully. The dream was not nightmare, but it was annoying. It was like the important thought that does not quite struggle up through into consciousness but which remains unformed though the mind is aware of the hidden importance. It was like trying to read small print through a silk screen or to see fine detail through a sheet of florentine glass.…
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