Benson did his best to keep his colony from going native, but what can you do when the Natives have a rare human intelligence and know all about the facts of life?
If you ever get to drinking beer in your favorite saloon and meet a scared little guy who wants to buy you the joint, supply you with fur coats and dolls and run you for Congress-listen well!
Nobody knew very much about the Sargasso area of the void; only one thing was certain: if a ship was caught there it was doomed in The Graveyard Of Space.
Without stressing the technological aspects of the strange powers of the widely-talented ones-the psis, espers, telepaths which have been so painstakingly forecast by Stapledon, van Vogt, Weinbaum, Vance and others-Messieurs Peterson and Staub have whipped fantasy, forecasts and facts into a stirring and mentally titillating story of a too-imaginative mind.