Henry Clarke (1889-1931) They fight! There is a duality in the fight itself. There are things seen, and there are things visceral that cannot be seen. There is blood spilled that is more ornately red (violet-flecked and shimmering it is) than is the blood of Earth-Woomagoo. This is blood as seen by the light of the sun that shines through the green-and-copper atmosphere of Venus-Noga. It is slippery blood, blood smelling of tincture of iron, blood that one gathers in the

Strip Pit Puca dramas differ in pace and climax from the dramas of Earth people. In the high classic form, there is always a scene (very near the end) where all the bloody stuff is heaped together for the greater enjoyment and convenience of all. It is extravagant and outré. It is both tragic and comic in the tall burlesque of it. It thrills the liver and entrails and heart of the Pucas. And to Earth people it would seem rather crude and excessive. — The Reefs of Earth A Happ

A Rat-King The plot has all the unhinged unity of any shipwreck. And there is movement and force and power. Power above all! This is Destruction as pageant and presentation. One has the feeling that something very large will come out of all of this. Yes, like the destruction of the world. — The Three Armageddons of Enniscorthy Sweeny (p. 352) My second read showed pretty clearly why I remembered merely the premise and little of the plot: there is little plot to remember, in a