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R. A. LAFFERTY
RAPHAEL ALOYSIUS LAFFERTY was bornNovember 7, 1914 , atNeola,Iowa , of Irish parents.
Self-educated, he became an electrical engineer by way of a correspondence course and then worked
for thirty-five years for electrical wholesalers before retiring to devote his time to writing.
He first tried to write when he was nineteen, and an editor scribbled on his rejected manuscript,
"Hopeless, you don't know what life is. Live it for twenty-five years and try again." He forgot that advice
until long afterward and then discovered that he had followed it almost exactly. He has six published
science fiction novels: Past Master, The Reefs of Earth, Space Chantey, Fourth Mansions, The Devil Is
Dead and Arrive at Easterwine ; and two historical fantasies: The Flame /s Green and The Fall of Rome.
There are two published collections of his science fiction stories: Nine Hundred Grandmothers and
Strange Doings. He has had more than eighty stories published in magazines or original collections, and
half of them have been anthologized.
His hobbies are geology, art, languages and history. He modestly disclaims any sort of competence
despite the fact that he has a reading knowledge of all the languages of the Latin, German and Slavic
families, as well as Gaelic and Greek, and during his military service in World
War II he learned to speak Pasar Malay and Tagalog .
Three of his novels, Past Master,FourthMansions and The Devil Is Dead, have been Nebula Award
finalists, as was his novelette "Continued on the Next Rock." A Lafferty extravaganza views the universe
madly, as with a distorting mirror, but the piercing sanity of the result reminds one that chaos, distorted,
can bedisconcertingly real.
The Sky-Seller was Mr. Furtive himself, fox-muzzled, ferret eyed, slithering along like a snake, and living
under the Rocks. The Rocks had not been a grand place for a long time. It had been built in the grand
style on a mephitic plot of earth (to transform it), but the mephitic earth had won out. The apartments of
the Rocks had lost their sparkle as they had been divided again and again, and now they were shoddy.
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The Rocks had weathered. Its once pastel hues were now dull grays and browns.,
The five underground levels had been parking places for motor vehicles when those were still common,
but now these depths were turned into warrens and hovels. The Sky-Seller lurked and lived in the lowest
and smallest and meanest of them all.
He came out only at night. Daylight would have killed him: he knew that. He sold out of the darkest
shadows of the night. He had only a few (though oddly select) clients, and nobody knew who his supplier
was. He said that he had nosupplier, that he gathered and made the stuff himself.
Welkin Alauda , a full-bodied but light-moving girl (it was said that her bones here hollow and filled with
air), came to the Sky Seller just before first light, just when he had become highly nervous but had not yet
bolted to his underground.
"A sack of Sky from the nervous mouse.Jump,or the sun will gobble your house!" Welkinsang-song, and
she was already higher than most skies.
"Hurry, hurry!" the Sky-Seller begged, thrusting the sack to her while his black eyes trembled and
glittered (if real light should ever reflect into them he'd go blind).
Welkin took the sack of Sky, and scrambled money notes into his hands, which had furred palms.
(Really?Yes, really.)
"World be flat and the Air be round, wherever the Sky grows underground," Welkin intoned, taking the
sack of Sky and soaring along with a light scamper of feet (she hadn't much weight, her bones were
hollow). And the Sky-Seller darted headfirst down a black well shaft thing to his depths.
Four of them went Sky-Diving that morning, Welkin herself, Karl Vlieger , Icarus Riley, Joseph Alzarsi ;
and the pilot was-(no, not who you think, he had already threatened to turn them all in; they'd use that
pilot no more)-the pilot was Ronald Kolibri in his little crop dusting plane.
But a crop-duster will not go up to the frosty heights they liked to take off from. Yes it will-if everybody
is on Sky. But it isn't pressurized, and it doesn't carry oxygen. That doesn't matter, not if everybody is on
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Sky, not if the plane is on Sky too.
Welkin took Sky with Mountain Whizz , a carbonated drink. Karl stuffed it into his lip like snuff. Icarus
Riley rolled it and smoked it. Joseph Alzarsi needled it, mixed with drinking alcohol, into his main vein.
The pilot Ronny-tongued and chewed it like sugar dust. The plane named Shrike took it through the
manifold.
Fifty thousand feet-You can't go that high in a crop-duster. Thirty below zero-Ah, that isn't cold! Air too
thin to breathe at all-with Sky, who needssuch included things as air?
Welkin stepped out, and went up, not down. It was a trick she often pulled. She hadn't much weight;
she could always get higher than the rest of them. She went up and up until-she disappeared. Then she
drifted down again, completely enclosed in a sphere of ice crystal, sparkling inside it and making monkey
faces at them.
The wind yelled and barked, and the divers took off. They all went down, soaring and gliding and
tumbling; standing still sometimes, it seemed; evenrising again a little. They went down to clouds and
spread out on them: black-white clouds with the sun inside them and suffusing them both from above and
below. They
cracked Welkin'sice-crystal sphere and she stepped out of it. They ate the thin pieces of it, very cold
and brittle and with a tang of ozone. Alzarsi took off his shirt and sunned himself on a cloud.
"You will burn," Welkin told him. "Nobody burns so as when sunning himself on a cloud." That was
true.
They sank through the black-whiteness of these clouds and came into the limitless blue concourse
with clouds above and below them. It was in this same concourse that Hippodameia used to race her
horses, there not being room for such coursers to run on earth. The clouds below folded up and the
clouds above folded down, forming a discrete space.
"We have our own rotundity and sphere here," said Icarus Riley (these are their Sky-Diver names,
not their legal names), "and it is apart from all worlds and bodies. The worlds and the bodies do not exist
for as long a time as we say that they do not exist. The axis of our present space is its own concord.
Therefore, it being in perfect concord, Time stops."
All their watches had stopped, at least.
"But there is a world below," said Karl. "It is an abject world, and we can keep it abject forever if
we wish. But it has at least a shadowy existence, and later we will let it fill out again in our compassion for
lowly things. It is flat, though, and we must insist that it remain flat."
"This is important," Joseph said with a deep importance of one on Sky. "So long as our own space is
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bowed and globed, the world must remain flat or depressed. But the world must not be allowed to bow
its back again. We are in danger if it ever does. So long as it is truly flat and abject it cannot crash
ourselves to it."
"How long could we fall," Welkin asked, "if we had not stopped time, if we let it flow at its own
pace, or at ours? How long could we fall?"
"Hephaestus once tumbled through space all day long," Icarus Riley said, "and the days were longer
then."
Karl Vlieger had gone wall-eyed from an interior-turned sexual passion that he often experienced in
diving. Icarus Riley seemed
tobe on laughing gas suddenly; this is a sign that Sky is not having perfect effect. Joseph Alzarsi felt a
cold wind down his spine and a series of jerky little premonitions.
"We are not perfect," Joseph said. "Tomorrow or the next day we may be, for we do approach
perfection. We win a round. And we win another. Let us not throw away our victory today through
carelessness. The earth has bowed his old back a little bit, and we make ready for him! Now, guys,
now!"
Four of them (or maybe only three of them) pulled the rings. The chutes unpeeled, flowered and
jerked. They had been together like a sheaf in close conversation. But suddenly, on coming to earth, they
were spread out over five hundred yards.
They assembled. They packed their chutes. That would be all the diving for that day.
"Welkin, how did you pack your chute so quickly?" Icarus asked her suspiciously.
"I don't know."
"You are always the slowest one of us, and the sloppiest. Someone always has to reroll your chute
for you before it is used again. And you were the last one to land just now. How were you the first one to
be packed? How did you roll it so well? It has the earmarks of my own rolling, just as I rolled it for you
before we took off this morning."
"I don't know, Icarus . Oh, I think I'll go up again, straight up."
"No, you've sailed and dived enough for one morning. Welkin, did you even open your chute?"
"I don't know."
High on Sky, they went up again the next morning. The little plane named Shrike flew up as no plane
had ever flown before, up through Storm. The storm-shrouded earth shrank to the size of a pea- doogie.
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"We will play a trick on it," said Welkin. "When you're on Sky you can play a trick on anything and
make it abide by it. I will say that the pea- doogiethat was the world is nothing. See, it is gone.
Then I will select another pea- doogie, that one there, and I will call it the world. And that is the world
that we will come down to in a little while. I've switched worlds on the world, and it doesn't know what
happened to it."
"It's uneasy, though." Joseph Alzarsi spoke through flared nostrils. "You shook it. No wonder the world
has its moments of self-doubt."
They were one million feet high. The altimeter didn't go that high, but Ronald Kolibri the pilot wrote out
the extended figure in chalk to make it correct. Welkin stepped out. Karl and Icarus and Joseph stepped
out. Ronald Kolibri stepped out, but only for a while. Then he remembered that he was the pilot and got
back in the plane. They were so high that the air was black and star filled instead of blue. It was so cold
that the empty space was full of cracks and potholes. They dived half a million feet in no time at all. They
pulled up laughing.
It was invigorating, it was vivifying. They stamped on the clouds, and the clouds rang like frosty ground.
This was the ancestral country of all hoarfrost, of all grained-snow and glare-ice. Here was
weather-maker, here was wind-son. They came into caves of ice mixed with moraine; they found antler
hatchets and Hemicyon bones; they found coals still glowing. The winds bayed and hunted in packs
through the chasms. These were the cold Fortean clouds, and their location is commonly quite high.
They came down below Storm, finding new sun and new air. It was pumpkin-summer,it was deep
autumn in the sky.
They dropped again, miles and millennia, to full Sky-summer: the air so blue that it grew a violet patina
on it to save the surface. Their own space formed about them again, as it did every day, and time
stopped.
But not motionl Motionnever stopped with them. Do you not realize that nothingness in a void can still be
in motion? And how much more they of the great centrality! There was Dynamic; there was sustaining
vortex; there was the high serenity of fevered motion.
But is not motion merely a relationship of space to time? NoThat- is an idea that is common to people
who live on worlds, but it is a subjective idea. Here, beyond the possible influence of any worlds, there
was living motion without reference.
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