KINDNESS,
by Lester del ReyThe wind eddied idly around the corner and past the secluded park bench. It caught fitfully at the paper on the ground, turning the pages, then picked up a section and blew away with it, leaving gaudy-colored comics uppermost. Danny moved forward into the sun-light, his eyes dropping to the children’s page exposed.
But it was no use; he made no effort to pick up the paper. In a world where even the children’s comics needed explaining, there could be nothing of interest to the last living homo sapiens—the last normal man in the world. His foot kicked the paper away, under the bench where it would no longer remind him of his deficiencies. There had been a time when he had tried to reason slowly over the omitted steps of logic and find the points behind such thing
