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"this was the price of that inspiration."  his arm was disfigured by a scar from elbow to wrist.  "but i have no regrets," petrovsky continued with a smile.  "after all, it's the kind of thing one could pay for with one's life."/inspiration/viktor kolupaytev

he did not seek refined nuances of pleasure: no, he systematically sought out all the simple ordinary pleasures accessible to the creature whose image he had adopted.  thus on remizangi, his third planet, he had caught forbidden blue spiders and mashed them on his stomach with a grimace.  they gave off an unspeakably wonderful aroma which plunged him into the three minor remizangian cycles of the state of blissful prostration.  on the only planet of the sun nii-naa, which was exhausted in time by the population explosion of half-wild creatures which gave birth to eight or nine young at a time, he crawled from cave to cave, leaving behind a slimy trail of his own saliva, in search of yellow-eyed young.  when he found what he was seeking, he seized the beast and called together the whole heard for vengeance with a solemn howl.  even on copper mountain, from which they escaped, tails tucked, after losing half the crew, he managed to break four of the six restrictions of the ordinance and even copulated with the bird-mouse sheyela, which did not fall under any code of laws or regulations whatsoever./the planet with nothing to offer/olga larionova

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