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WEIRD TALES
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my mother constantly asking for another look at the swine nosing around in the background. She insisted they look like some my father had years ago, but of course they can't be the same ones—relatives, probably. . . . Circe has always been a most charming lady, and in The Swine of Æaea, Clifford Ball has given us a dandy story about her. Weird Tales writers have given us stories about Medusa and Circe; now how about the sirens who sat on a rock in the sea and lured sailors to their doom with their beautiful singing? How shall I go about throwing the 'irish posy' at a favorite author of mine? I'm new at the game. I'm referring to Seabury Quinn and his story The House Where Time Stood Still. Written in his usual fascinating, lively style it held my horrified attention to the last gruesome detail—and gave me nightmares. Please, please, Mr. Quinn, curb your weird imaginings in the direction of beautiful women with mutilated bodies, lest you scare yourself to death (as you so nearly did me) and leave us desolate. Part 2 of Fearful Rock, by Mandly Wade Wellman, is as interesting as Part 1. With her splendid courage, Enid Mandifer would scorn pity, but I anxiously await her release from the evil forces that surround her. The Stratosphere Menace by Ralph Milne Farley is delightfully humorous. I would enjoy reading more stories written by this author."


Boredom-Ridden Human

Paul L. McCleave writes from Nantucket, Massachusetts: "Not all the host of sinking Tzar can keep me from proffering to you my sincerest thanks—for an issue (March) of pure enjoyment. Even as I write, Iranon's music fills my soul with pain; and I watcha again the dazzling swordplay of the Comrades of Time. Perhaps, my friend, you don't realize what a great service {{sc|Weird Tales is doing for us prosaic, boredom-ridden humans of all classes, races and nationalities. For your authors pluck the string of racial memories—and send one back to the days when blood flowed free as wine, and the Elder Gods held sway. Kindly eliminate, in future, such stories as The Stratosphere Menace. It was a