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PAGE 3   JEDDARA
SLIGHTLY DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE IN A CANAL-BANK SALOON
by Samuel Cottesman 
- - - 

Sing for my drink? But boys--well...I can try:

"Sweet maid of Venus,
Nothing between us
Ever shall be.
Soon you'll see me again
Joy will be free again
For you and me.
'Neath skies of milky hue---"

Oh well...you're right to laugh. I lost my voice
Too long ago, and with it, muscles, and
A pilot's eye.

Don't snicker now, by god!
I steered a blaster with the best of them
Whose worst was ninety times as good as you!
Colby, and Jessup, Wilkinson, and Sacks--
I knew tham all, and they new me. My name 
Was Rockleigh--"Rocky, f the Mary F."
They called me. That's the blaster that I flew
To Venus, on a yearly route. A hop
Was something, then. You didn't try to cross
The vacuum without half a year
of testing and rebuilding. So I spent 
A lot of time on Venus. You should know
What the ball's like, and what its women are: 
Sluts, and as such, well fit for you and yours.

But none of you, I knew, has seen a Lahna.
They're dead, for they were aristocrats of
A sort, and so the Insurrection 
Caught up with them, that let the Earth put in 
Her everlasting oar...They say the Lahnas
Were of a different species than the humps
You have been dealing with. Slender and tall
And fair, they were--direct opposites
To the stubby, negroid women that walk the streets
Of Venus...tall, and fair, and slender...god!
And lovely. It's as well they died. I knew one
And knew her well, on my eleventh voyage. We
Were married, after a fashion. For the year
I stayed, the dense and sticking swampland was A double paradise for us. 
               She was
Afraid of the ship. She knew that I would have 
To leave, and not all the fervid oaths that I 
Could call to mouth would make her to believe
That I would come again. She thought she knew
Once gone, I'd not return. The numbered day
Of departure was her terror and her hag.

Saving...

PAGE 3 JEDDARA SLIGHTLY DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE IN A CANAL-BANK SALOON by Samuel Cottesman - - - Sing for my drink? But boys--well...I can try: "Sweet maid of Venus, Nothing between us Ever shall be. Soon you'll see me again Joy will be free again For you and me. 'Neath skies of milky hue---" Oh well...you're right to laugh. I lost my voice Too long ago, and with it, muscles, and A pilot's eye. Don't snicker now, by god! I steered a blaster with the best of them Whose worst was ninety times as good as you! Colby, and Jessup, Wilkinson, and Sacks-- I knew tham all, and they new me. My name Was Rockleigh--"Rocky, f the Mary F." They called me. That's the blaster that I flew To Venus, on a yearly route. A hop Was something, then. You didn't try to cross The vacuum without half a year of testing and rebuilding. So I spent A lot of time on Venus. You should know What the ball's like, and what its women are: Sluts, and as such, well fit for you and yours. But none of you, I knew, has seen a Lahna. They're dead, for they were aristocrats of A sort, and so the Insurrection Caught up with them, that let the Earth put in Her everlasting oar...They say the Lahnas Were of a different species than the humps You have been dealing with. Slender and tall And fair, they were--direct opposites To the stubby, negroid women that walk the streets Of Venus...tall, and fair, and slender...god! And lovely. It's as well they died. I knew one And knew her well, on my eleventh voyage. We Were married, after a fashion. For the year I stayed, the dense and sticking swampland was A double paradise for us. She was Afraid of the ship. She knew that I would have To leave, and not all the fervid oaths that I Could call to mouth would make her to believe That I would come again. She thought she knew Once gone, I'd not return. The numbered day Of departure was her terror and her hag.