bestial, sneering brutality. . . . The Man wriggles. . . . !
His flesh turns to viscid, transparent jelly that drifts away in green mist, unveiling a monster black centipede. Waves of unknown stench fill the room, searing the lungs, grabbing the stomach. . . . Schafer wrings his hands sobbing: “Clarence!! How can you do this to me?? Ingrates!! Every one of them ingrates!!’
The Conferents start back muttering in dismay:
“I’m afraid Schafer has gone a bit too far. . . .”
“I sounded a word of warning.. . . ”
“Brilliant chap Schafer . . . b u t. . . ”
“Man will do anything for publicity.. . . ”
“Gentlemen, this unspeakable and in every sense illegitimate child of Doctor Schafer’s perverted brain must not see the light. . . . Our duty to the human race is clear.. . . ” “Man he done seen the light,” said one of the Negro Bearers. “We must stomp out the Un-American crittah,” says i’m a fat, frog-faced Southern doctor who has been drinking com out of a mason jar. He advances drunkenly, then halts, appalled by the formidable size and menacing aspect of the centipede… .
“Fetch gasoline!” he bellows. “We gotta bum the son of a bitch like an uppity Nigra!”
“I’m not sticking my neck out, me,” says a cool hip young doctor high on LSD25. . . . “Why a smart D.A. could . . . ”
Fadeout. “Order in The Court!” D.A.:“Gentlemen of the jury, these ‘learned gentlemen’ claim that the innocent human creature they have