No--I never saw her again after that time I dumped her on the turf, but, boys, I sure want to. I only got a quick look, but she reminded me of that Barbara Leeds girl, six hundred years from now. That lovely kind with shingled hair and a clean-cut face that looks fresh and wind-washed-- I keep thinking about her and I keep thinking how easy it would be to stow out of here on an Earth-bound freighter--change my name--get a different kind of job. To hell with Groating and to hell with Stability and to hell with a thousand years from now. I've got to see her again--soon. I keep thinking how I've got to see her again. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Push of a Finger, by Alfred Bester