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CONTENTS

Introduction: Theodore Sturgeon
That Only a Mother
Peeping Tom
The Lady Was a Tramp
Whoever You Are
Connection Completed
Dead Center
Death Cannot Wither
"It's been suggested that most women fail to write significantly because the female mind is viscerotonic, and
occupied almost exclusively with the moment-to-moment reality of emotions. If this is true, literature's loss is
science-fiction's gain, for OUT OF BOUNDS, Judith Merril's collection of short stories, is a warm and colorful
rendering of the minutiae of the future."
тАФAlfred Bester, Fantasy & Science Fiction

OUT OF BOUNDS
A PYRAMID BOOK
First printing, April 1960 Second printing, February 1963
This book is fiction. No resemblance is intended between any character herein and any person, living or dead;
any such resemblance is purely coincidental.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
"That Only a Mother," copyright 1948, by Street & Smith, Inc.; originally appeared in Astounding Science
Fiction, June 1948
"Peeping Tom," copyright 1954, by Standard Magazines; originally appeared in Startling Stories, Spring 1954
"The Lady Was a Tramp," copyright 1957, by Fantasy Press; originally appeared in Venture Science Fiction, July
1957
"Whoever You Are," copyright 1952, by Standard Magazines; originally appeared in Startling Stories, December
1952
"Connection Completed," copyright 1954, by Standard Magazines; originally appeared in Universe, Summer 1954
"Dead Center," copyright 1954, by Fantasy Press; originally appeared in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science
Fiction, November 1954
"Death Cannot Wither," copyright 1958, by Fantasy Press; originally appeared in The Magazine of Fantasy and
Science Fiction, February 1959


Copyright, ┬й 1960, by Judith Merril All Rights Reserved
Printed in the United States of America
PYRAMID BOOKS are published by Pyramid Publications, Inc., 444 Madison Avenue, New York 22, New York,
U.S.A.

INTRODUCTION

IT SEEMS there was a travelling salesman. There really was. He was seedy and he was sad, and he
travelled from door to door in ChelseaтАФthat section of the lower West Side of New York lying between
the more famous Village and the more infamous Hell's Kitchen. If he ever sold his wares I do not know,
except as I may here bear witness he sold nothing to me; he did, however, carry news of me, a writer
barely begun, to the ears of Miss Merril, a writer barely beginning.
There followed a letter and a meeting. Her letter contained some flattery of a nature quite