Quot;The most consistantly brilliant SF writer in the world. . . author of more good short stories than I can count." -- John Brunner

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  The Cookie Lady Beyond the Door Second Variety Jon's World The Cosmic Poachers Progeny Some Kinds of Life Martians Com

By Norman Spinrad
  Philip K. Dick's debut story, Beyond Lies the Wub, was first published in 1952. This volume, SECOND VARIETY, contains 27 short stories published between 1952 and 1955,

The Cookie Lady
  "Where you going, Bubber?" Ernie Mill shouted from across the street, fixing papers for his route. "No place," Bubber Surle said. "You goi

Beyond the Door
  That night at the dinner table he brought it out and set it down beside her plate. Doris stared at it, her hand to her mouth. "My God, what is it?" She looked up at him, b

Second Variety
  The Russian soldier made his way nervously up the ragged side of the hill, holding his gun ready. He glanced around him, licking his dry lips, his face set. From time to time he rea

Second Variety
  The Russian soldier made his way nervously up the ragged side of the hill, holding his gun ready. He glanced around him, licking his dry lips, his face set. From time to time he rea

The Cosmic Poachers
  "What kind of ship is it?" Captain Shure demanded, staring fixedly at the viewscreen, his hands gripping the fine adjustment. Navigator Nelson peered over his sho

Progeny
  Ed Doyle hurried. He caught a surface car, waved fifty credits in the robot driver's face, mopped his florid face with a red pocket-handkerchief, unfastened his collar, perspired an

Some Kinds of Life
  "Joan, for heaven's sake!" Joan Clarke caught the irritation in her husband's voice, even through the wall-speaker. She left her chair by the vidscreen and hurrie

Martians Come in Clouds
  Ted Barnes came in all grim-faced and trembling. He threw his coat and newspaper over the chair. "Another cloud," he muttered. "A whole cloud of them! One was up on J

The Commuter
  The little fellow was tired. He pushed his way slowly through the throng of people, across the lobby of the station, to the ticket window. He waited his turn impatiently, fatigue sh

The World She Wanted
  Half-dozing, Larry Brewster contemplated the litter of cigarette-butts, empty beer-bottles, and twisted match-folders heaped on the table before him. He reached out and adjusted one

A Surface Raid
  Harl left the third level, catching a tube car going North. The tube car carried him swiftly through one of the big junction bubbles and down to the fifth level. Harl caught an exci

Project: Earth
  The sound echoed hollowly through the big frame house. It vibrated among the dishes in the kitchen, the gutters along the roof, thumping slowly and evenly like distant thunder. From

The Trouble with Bubbles
  Nathan Hull left his surface car and crossed the pavement on foot, sniffing the chill morning air. Robot work-trucks were starting to rumble past. A gutter slot sucked night debris

Breakfast at Twilight
  "Dad?" Earl asked, hurrying out of the bathroom, "you going to drive us to school today?" Tim McLean poured himself a second cup of coffee. "You ki

A Present for Pat
  "What is it?" Patricia Blake demanded eagerly. "What's what?" Eric Blake murmured. "What did you bring? I know you brought me somet

The Hood Maker
  "A hood!" "Somebody with a hood!" Workers and shoppers hurried down the sidewalk, joining the forming crowd. A sallow-faced youth dropped his b

Of Withered Apples
  Something was tapping on the window. Blowing up against the pane, again and again. Carried by the wind. Tapping faintly, insistently. Lori, sitting on the couch, pretended

Human Is
  Jill Herrick's blue eyes filled with tears. She gazed at her husband in unspeakable horror. "You're -- you're hideous!" she wailed. Lester Herrick continued worki

Adjustment Team
  It was bright morning. The sun shone down on the damp lawns and sidewalks, reflecting off the sparkling parked cars. The Clerk came walking hurriedly, leafing through his instructio

The Impossible Planet
  "She just stands there," Norton said nervously. "Captain, you'll have to talk to her." "What does she want?" "She wants a ticket

Imposter
  "One of these days I'm going to take time off," Spence Olham said at first-meal. He looked around at his wife. "I think I've earned a rest. Ten years is a long time.&

James P. Crow
  "You're a nasty little -- human being," the newly-formed Z Type robot shrilled peevishly. Donnie flushed and slunk away. It was true. He was a human being,

Planet for Transients
  The late afternoon sun shone down blinding and hot, a great shimmering orb in the sky. Trent halted a moment to get his breath. Inside his lead-lined helmet his face dripped with sw

Small Town
  Verne Haskel crept miserably up the front steps of his house, his overcoat dragging behind him. He was tired. Tired and discouraged. And his feet ached. "My God,"

Souvenir
  "Here we go, sir," the robot pilot said. The words startled Rogers and made him look up sharply. He tensed his body and adjusted the trace web inside his coat as the bubbl

Survey Team
  Halloway came up through six miles of ash to see how the rocket looked in landing. He emerged from the lead-shielded bore and joined Young, crouching down with a small knot of surfa

Prominent Author
  "My husband," said Mary Ellis, "although he is a very prompt man, and hasn't been late to work in twenty-five years, is actually still some place around the house.&qu