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Reading Science Fiction Novels in English _ Special Delivery by Damon Knight
"Special Delivery" is a short story written in 1954 by American science fiction writer Damon Knight. Damon Knight is known as a prominent science fiction writer, editor, and critic active in the mid-20th century.
Damon Knight was a key figure in the 20th-century American science fiction world, and was active in various fields as a writer, editor, critic, and educator. He wrote impressive works such as "To Serve Man" and edited several science fiction magazines and anthologies, working hard to discover new writers. He contributed to the qualitative improvement of the genre with his sharp criticism, and co-founded the Clarion Writers' Workshop, nurturing many new writers.


Summary
All Len had to hear was the old gag: "We've never lost a father yet." His child was not even born and it was thoroughly unbearable!

Len stared at her; the whites of her eyes were showing: "Is there anything the matter with you?" he demanded.
"I don't know," she said on a rising note. "Nothing like that ever happened to me before. I didn't think it was funny at all. I was worried about you, and I didn't know I was going to laugh?" She laughed again, a trifle nervously. "Maybe I'm cracking up."
Moira was a dark-haired young woman with a placid, friendly disposition. Len had met her in his senior year at Columbia, with?looking at it impartially, which Len seldom did?regrettable results.

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