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"The Vanderlark" is a science fiction short story written by Margaret St. Clair, first published in 1952. The story is set in a future world where humanity has colonized other planets or encountered extraterrestrial beings.
In "The Vanderlark" St. Clair deals with themes of exploration, discovery, and encountering the unknown. The title "The Vanderlark" may refer to a character, a place, or an important element of the story, perhaps a key aspect of the narrative or setting.
St. Clair was known for her imaginative storytelling and her ability to use speculative elements to explore human nature and social issues. ¡°The Vanderlark¡± is a captivating story that combines elements of adventure, mystery, and exploration in a science fiction setting.
Summary
The peculiar quality of deep space is hard to put into words. On earth, however isolated we are, whatever happens to us, we are yet on our home planet. The man afloat on the life raft in the Pacific, delirious with exposure and loneliness, floats nonetheless on an element whose very saltiness relates it to the red sea water in his veins. The flyer forced down in the desert curses the rising sun; but the same sun that sucks water out of his drying tissues is the glorious temporal lord on whose radiation all terrestrial life processes depend. On earth our extremest terrors, our ultimate catastrophes, are yet like the blows of a familiar hand. It is very different in deep space.
"Are there any more of them?" Alice asked McFeen when he came back from two hold.
"Yes."
Alice's mouth opened in a soundless O. Her hand went to her breast. After a moment she picked up the comb and began pulling it again through her brittle hair. "How many more?" she asked.
"I didn't count them. Hyra are hard to count. Quite a lot."
The comb caught on a tangle. Alice put it down unsteadily.
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The Vanderlark