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OK. A few seconds to breathe here, and then to bed.
Went to faculty tea-time this morning, which I had missed for several weeks in a row. Always fun.
Got a whole bunch of quizzes graded and handed back to people - I'm almost current on grading!

Here is why I think the murder mystery "Sci Fi" by William Marshall should still be in print:

In the Detectives Room, Senior Detective Inspector Christopher O'Yee shrieked, "I'm running out of space!" It had reached the point where he had a schematic of the cells spread out on his desk like the cabin plan to the Queen Mary. He counted the cells for the eighth time in ten minutes and still came up with the same statistics: fourteen cells and sixteen prisoners not counting The Green Slime in cell twelve and something of indeterminate sexual persuasion calling itself The Object in cell eight, two Godzillas in eleven, The Human Fly in six, in cell seven--- He looked down at the schematic for steerage. The only steerage was a broom cupboard. There were a series of grunts outside as Constable Yan struggled with God knew what fresh in from the streets, and O'Yee yelled out through the open door, "Is it male or female?"

There were more grunts and then Yan's voice yelled back, a moment before someone hit him, "How do I know? It looks like a cross between Wonder Woman and the Incredible Hulk! Where do I put it?"

"Put it with The Object in cell eight!" There was a fire point near the broom cupboard with, fortunately, a lockable door. It might be handy if they got in any midgets. That was, if the fire hose, once The Object and Constable Yan's catch got together, wasn't needed for more urgent things. ...

His phone rang and he snatched it up. It was the duty officer at North Point mentioning politely that the paddy wagon had picked up thirty or forty drunks dressed identically as The Thing From Beyond Space, and speaking of space-

O'Yee said, "No! Forget it! Try goddamned Wan Chai Station!"
"Wan Chai Station is full of hookers and pimps - "
"Then Yamati over on-"
The duty officer said, "A gang of mad Australians wearing Ned Kelly helmets and wielding space boomerangs."
"Kai Tak?"
"Amok Malaysians wielding - "
"Juvenile?"
"Do you mean have we got any spare juveniles in our cells, or has Juvenile got any spare cells? Yes, we've got some spare juveniles - about twenty to be precise - and no, Juvenile hasn't got any spare cells." The duty officer paused for a moment. "Either that or they're midgets. Why? Could you a take a few midgets or something?"
"No, we couldn't take a few midgets or something! What do you think your goddamned fire hose cupboard is for?"