Julia, being a lady, had at least the breeding to feel indignant. She is described as blushing and knitting her brows angrily. At this, I sighed with relief. They weren't _all_ non-Terrestrials. The narrative continues: _... slowly, calmly, his eyes examined every inch of her._ Great Scott! But here the girl turned and stomped off and the matter ended. I lay back in my chair gasping with horror. My wife and family regarded me in wonder. "What's wrong, dear?" my wife asked. I couldn't tell her. Knowledge like this was too much for the ordinary run-of-the-mill person. I had to keep it to myself. "Nothing," I gasped. I leaped up, snatched the book, and hurried out of the room. * * * * * In the garage, I continued reading. There was more. Trembling, I read the next revealing passage: _... he put his arm around Julia. Presently she asked him if he would remove his arm. He immediately did so, with a smile._ It's not said what was done with the arm after the fellow had removed it. Maybe it was left standing upright in the corner. Maybe it was thrown away. I don't care. In any case, the full meaning was there, staring me right in the face. Here was a race of creatures capable of removing portions of their anatomy at will. Eyes, arms--and maybe more. Without batting an eyelash. My knowledge of biology came in handy, at this point. Obviously they were simple beings, uni-cellular, some sort of primitive single-celled things. Beings no more developed than starfish. Starfish can do the same thing, you know. I read on. And came to this incredible revelation, tossed off coolly by the author without the faintest tremor: _... outside the movie theater we split up. Part of us went inside, part over to the cafe for dinner._ Binary fission, obviously. Splitting in half and forming two entities. Probably each lower half went to the cafe, it being farther, and the upper halves to the movies. I read on, hands shaking. I had really stumbled onto something here. My mind reeled as I made out this passage: _... I'm afraid there's no doubt about it. Poor Bibney has lost his head again._ Which was followed by: _... and Bob says he has utterly no guts._ Yet Bibney got around as well as the next person. The next person, however, was just as strange. He was soon described as: _... totally lacking in brains._ * * * * * There was no doubt of the thing in the next passage. Julia, whom I had thought to be the one normal person, reveals herself as also being an alien life form, similar to the rest: _... quite deliberately, Julia had given her heart to the young man._