I rushed through this story, and will probably have to read it again. It's about a lonely man who meets a dinosaur-like creature. It is revealed before long that the creature isn't merely a dinosaur, but have some aspects of the human in her.
Almost all instances of SF dealing with human contact with aliens who do not want to hurt you are immeasurably tragic in their resonances. I find this in 'Black Charlie', in 'And I Awoke and Found Myself...' and in 'Out of All Them Bright Stars'. Why is this so?
To find out, one need simply look into the eyes of another animal.
Almost all instances of SF dealing with human contact with aliens who do not want to hurt you are immeasurably tragic in their resonances. I find this in 'Black Charlie', in 'And I Awoke and Found Myself...' and in 'Out of All Them Bright Stars'. Why is this so?
To find out, one need simply look into the eyes of another animal.
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