As for me, the Maze case was the best thing that ever happened to me. Olga, the dark-haired lady became my secretary and later my wife. And, even though she was a Communist defector, nobody ever came around to check up on her. Along with cracking the equations, it seems that Mr. Feynman knows how to keep his mouth strictly shut, too.

     And somewhere in the crazy labyrinth we call Time and Space, Lily Christine is cat dancing.

     The men's mags of the late 50's and early 60's contain some gems of illustration along with the most ephemeral (albeit, amusing) crap. The illustrations are almost always better than the stories they illustrate, this story being no exception. The illustration that inspired this story (61 k image) was done by one of the best illustrators who worked on the men's scene. The artist's name was Mort Kunstler.

     What happened to these guys as the sixties opened up and the men's mags died? In Kunstler's case he became probably the pre-eminent contemporary Civil War artist. He now produces ultra-realistic oil paintings of Civil War scenes which sell for big bucks, and for which there is a long waiting list. More power to him, though I'd much rather have one of these layouts, hacked out in gouache on illustration board, printed in two color quad-tones (I think).

     The other texts behind this whimsy are Masters of the Maze by Avram Davidson, a dimly remembered Science Fiction book and Raymond Chandler. Why don't these Spielbergs or George Lucases ever go back and find the really over-the-top Sci-Fi for their projects? Oh well...

And to Lily... I'm sorry I couldn't spend more time in Photoshop constructing a knee for you... Time was short... I hope you're still cat dancing in another dimension.