The Concrete Mixer

The Concrete MixerHe Listened to the dry-grass rustle of the old witches' voices beneath his open window:"Speak on, witches!" he cried.The voices dropped to a murmur like that of water in the long canals under the Martian sky."Ettil, the father of a son who must grow up in the shadow of this horrid knowledge!" said the old wrinkled women. They knocked their sly-eyed heads gently together. "Shame, shame!"His wife was crying on the other side of the room. Her tears we...