What Mad Universe
Fredric Brown
Language: English
Pages: 138
ISBN: B007VLM9FU
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
What Mad Universe is full of humor, mostly stemming from the description of the culture shock that the protagonist feels, and the strange things that are in the universe, like knitting machines that open the way for a voyage in space. A half-serious, half-humorous take on modern society and the reality of our world, its light-hearted tone would be built on by subsequent books, most notably his 1955 work, Martians, Go Home.
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the fourth floor of an apartment building on the north side of the street. A woman was leaning out of the window. She was Betty Hadley. Keith Winton got to the edge of the crowd and didn't try to push his way into it; he could see better from here than closer in against the building. The cheering was tremendous. Besides the cheers for Mekky, he could hear cheers for Betty Hadley and for Dopelle. He wondered if Dopelle was here—but couldn't see anyone who seemed likely to be the world's
still out of sight beyond the rise to his left. It was a very noisy car to make itself heard at that distance. He went the rest of the way across the road and by the time he turned, the car was in sight. Information from the driver of the car would be as valuable as information from a farmhouse; better, for perhaps he could persuade the driver to give him a lift to Borden's, at least if he was going in that direction anyway. The car was a Model T of ancient vintage. A good omen, Keith knew. He'd
all right. And there's a taxi stand right across the street to get you wherever you're going. Charge you a hell of a price, but they'll get you there." "Thanks a lot," Keith told him. "Can I buy you a drink before I phone?" "Nope, thanks. Got to get back quick. Mare's about to foal; I come in to pick up my brother. He's a vet and I want him there." Keith thanked him again, and went into the drugstore on the corner just beyond where the farmer had let him out of the car. He went to the phone
could move mountains, and wanted to. Light gravity, he thought. And then he quit thinking, because a door had opened, a steel panel set into the steel wall. Through it Betty Hadley stepped. She was dressed, again, in the costume that she had told him was the prerogative of a space girl. This time it was of white silk. Narrow—but marvelously twin-rounded—white silk bra. Very short white silk trunks, so tight-fitting that they might have been painted on—and by the brush of a very great artist.
in the drugstore, he felt really safe. He took the newspaper and the magazines from his pocket and put them on the bed. Then he got up and hung his coat and hat on the hanger, and as he did so he noticed two knobs and a dial on the wall beside the doorway, above a six-inch circular area of cloth—obviously a built-in radio with the cloth covering the speaker outlet. He turned the knob that looked like a rheostat, and it was one. A faint hum immediately came from the speaker. He turned the
