But--shades of Major Mars!--what is that horrible monstrosity on the cover? A BEM, no less ... an abominable, wretched BEM. Why, oh why, can't we have at least one different cover painting? Wesley is no good. Get Marlini or Sidney to do the covers. I don't mind a BEM now and then, but a steady diet of them soon palls on the palate. (Heh heh.) All joking aside, your covers are terrific. Now we come to the task of rating the stories. Only one stands out in my mind as being of excellent quality. I refer to Arthur M. Ron's super-epic, _The Infinite Finite_. The other stories paled into insignificance in comparison to this classic. More power to Ron! _Percival's Puissant Pulveriser_ and _Nothing Is Something_ follow Ron's story in that order. The rest are not worth mentioning. The interior illustrations are somewhat better than the cover, although, for the most part, they are inaccurate and do not follow the themes of the stories. Ye gods! Can't your artists read? So much for the art, which wasn't so much. * * * * * Say! What does that jerk, _The Amphibious Android_, mean by calling me a "mere child"? His assertion that I'm but a youth of fifteen is a good way off the beam. I've been reading _Galactic Adventures_ for the past eight years and I was nine years old when I picked up my first copy, so figure it out for yourself. A jug of sour _zeni_ to him. May fire burst out in his s.f. collection and utterly destroy it. No! I retract that. That's too horrible a fate, even to visit upon _The Amphibious Android_. Let him wallow in his ignorance. I, _The Super Intellect_, will smile down on him and forgive him his sins. That's an interesting letter from Charlie Lane. _The Miserable Mutant_ has propounded an amazing theory that has set me to wondering. Perhaps G. A. can induce one of its authors to work this theory into a story. I'm reserving my four wooden nickels right now for the tale, if it is written. I'll even suggest a title--_Those Who Are Froze In The Cosmos_. How's that? Well, I didn't like it either. Once again I tear my hair and roar: GIVE US TRIMMED EDGES! Ye Ed must know by now that the majority of fandom is in favor of trimmed edges. As it is, one comes suddenly to the most interesting part of a story, at the very bottom of a page and spends several moments feverishly attempting to gain a hold on the ragged edge and go on to the next passage. By the time he has accomplished this, he is a raving lunatic, a martyr to trimmed edges. I am not a crusader, as is _The Misled Biped_, but I insist on seeing justice done.