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Show 40 "Well, I can't publish it. But I can't throw it away, either," Robeck says, mostly to himself. Then he turns back to Liller, suddenly somewhat impatient. "Just get this typed, will you? And tell them I'm staying in this laboratory, whether they like it or not. I've given them a damn lot of years of my life, they can give me a few square feet of reasonable working space a couple of years longer." He opens the drawer of his desk, takes out a clean yellow pad, thwacks it down on the surface of the desk, and before Liller has even escaped through the door with the manuscript, has begun to write. |