Sam Merwin

Arbiter (1953)

Summary

Sam Merwin,  Arbiter (1953)

“ It seemed to Rutherford, as it seemed to everyone else in the reception building at Lackawanna Spaceport, as if the great ship from Venus were headed directly for himself, must inevitably squash him like an ant under a size-twelve boot. It was not a nice feeling.
He looked for reassurance, across the vast girth of the spaceport, at the flood-lit faery-towers of Newark, rising like some odd subterranean extrusion from the flat Jersey meadow. Behind him lay the long rampart of the palisades, behind the palisades the even more incredible faery-towers of Manhattan.
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Source: Gutenberg

Sam Merwin,  Arbiter (1953)

“ As he sat there he seemed to shrivel and dissolve like one of the towers of Newark for whose destruction he had been responsible. He said, "You are not fit to hold your post—a trifler, a jester, a player of games." He was speaking directly to Rutherford. "Any System which places a man like you on top deserves the purge it was going to get. And then would come the chance to rebuild...."
"Why, you!" cried Commodore Willis, pinioning Mahmoud's arms as the latter pulled a ray-inducer from beneath his jacket. A flurry of expertly-planted fists reduced the murderer to unconsciousness.
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Source: Gutenberg

Sam Merwin,  Arbiter (1953)

“ The long sideboard and even longer table in the large dining room of Rutherford's suite were laden with such comestibles as swamp plums from Venus, moss oranges from Mars and ice bread from Ganymede, to supplement such Earth staples as kumquat juice, plankton steaks, hashed-brown plantains and grilled shark's tongues. For beverages, along with coffee and tea, there were stone brandy from the asteroid settlements and the inevitable Martian lichenwasser. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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