Richard A. Sternbach

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Richard A. Sternbach Jabberwock, Beware!

Apparently this expedition is like a glorified fox hunt to them.
"We are to choose a person to represent the world in an intellectual duel with him. If we win, they withdraw completely, never to bother us again. If we lose, then, he said, we're not worth saving and we'll be completely destroyed—hunted individually, which to them is great sport.
"To prove they could do it, he had his ship's guns turn on the moon. You saw what happened—disintegrated completely."
"Them crumbs!" Mike grated. "We'll murder 'em, Joe!"
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Richard A. Sternbach Jabberwock, Beware!

Joe smiled. "Don't mind my pugnacious friend."
"You are, so far as we know, the finest representative the world could have." Moskov looked serious, and Joe became aware suddenly of the awful burden involved. What use intellectual ability or athletic prowess, compared to Jovian standards? Wasn't there someone—even a science-fiction writer, perhaps—better qualified to handle a situation as fantastic as this?
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Richard A. Sternbach Jabberwock, Beware!

It was a dazed and confused Mike who was led stumbling, and clutching his bottle, back to the ship which was to take him to a free world.
Slan, meanwhile, found himself besieged by annoyed and puzzled followers. He held up his hand for silence, and relapsed into native Jovian.
"That earthling," he said sarcastically, "seems to have fared better than you who are so proud of your intellects.
"When I held my thumb up, indicating our superiority in size and strength, he pointed his thumb down, to show that physical power is really of minor importance.
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