this was the second novel monsieur freland published and the third was but a silent promise. something happened. he died or the publisher died or something, but this is all he left us and it isn't enough. this man was probably goiing to be a GREAT VOICE within science fiction, not for his quantity, but for his science and fantaqs blend. while clifford simak simplh says somethikng and it is, this man utilizes theoretical science concep;ts to claim his varioujs technology expositions. i like the idea of humanaikty being seeded by an older race of horn-covered, spiny, ugly crabs. it ezxplains a lot about how we evolved, especially how republicans obtained their soul. ( )