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[Heffernan V. <beh...@mu...>]

D, "you give your brains to one of those Alberta chicks of yours for a
souvenir?" "Look, Ben," Ferguson said earnestly, "I suffered for eleven
months in that tin mausoleum on tracks because of what you fondly like
to think is edible food. You've got as much culinary imagination as
Beulah. I take that back. Even Beulah turns out some better smells when
she's riding on high jet than you'll ever get out of her galley in the
next one hundred years. This tour, I intend to eat like a human being
once again. And I'll teach you how to boil water without burning it."
"Why you ungrateful young--" Martin yelped. * * * * * The patrol
dispatcher, who had been listening with amused tolerance, leaned across
the counter. "If Oscar Waldorf is through with his culinary lecture,
gentlemen," he said, "perhaps you two could be persuaded to take a
little pleasure ride. It's a lovely night for a drive and it's just
twenty-six hundred miles to the next ser