Samlingen innehöll "The Newt" och "The Hero Equation". Jag letar efter författarna till dessa berättelser och antologiens titel.
Newt handlar om nybörjare som bor i människor och det enda sättet att ta bort dem är att någon annan ska förklara "jag tror inte att du har en ny inuti dig".
The Hero Equation handlar om utlänningar som tar över människor genom att få dem att utföra musik eller konstnärliga verk. En människa skjuter sedan alla utomjordingar i hans strävan att vara en hjälte (även om utlänningar hade skönhet och konst för människan, istället för att förstöra dem).
The light, gritty wind of a spring morning blew in on the doctor's shining, cleared desk, and on the tall buttonhook of a man who leaned agitatedly toward him.
"I have some kind of small animal lodged in my chest," said the man. He coughed, a slight, hollow apologia to his ailment, and sank back in his chair.
"Animal?" said the doctor, after a pause which had the unfortunate quality of comment. His voice, however, was practiced, deft, colored only with the careful suspension of judgment.
"Probably a form of newt or toad," answered the man, speaking with clipped distaste, as if he would disassociate himself from the idea as far as possible. "Of course, you don't believe me."
Mannen berättar för doktorn hur han fick den nya från en skolpojke:
"'I'll never get rid of it now!' he wailed. From then on it wasn't hard to get the whole maudlin story. It seems that shortly after Hallowell's arrival at school he acquired a reputation for unusual proficiency with animals and with out-of-the-way lore which would impress the ingenuous. He circulated the rumor that he could swallow small animals and regurgitate them at will. No one actually saw him swallow anything, but it seems that in some mumbo-jumbo with another boy who had shown cynicism about the whole thing, it was claimed that Hallowell had, well, divested himself of something, and passed it on to the other boy, with the statement that the latter would only be able to get rid of his cargo when he it turn found a boy who would disbelieve him."
I slutet av historien ändras de nya ändringarna igen:
"O.K., O.K. . . !" he shouted suddenly, slapping his hand down on the desk and thrusting his chin forward. "Have it your way then! I don't believe you!"
Rigid, the man looked back at him cataleptically, seeming, for a moment, all eye. Then, his mouth stretching in that medieval grimace, risorial and equivocal, whose mask appears sometimes on one side of the stage, sometimes on the other, he fell forward on the desk, with a long, mewing sigh.
Before the doctor could reach him, he had raised himself on his arms and their foreheads touched. They recoiled, staring downward. Between them on the desk, as if one of its mahogany shadows had become animate, something seemed to move–small, seal-colored, and ambiguous. For a moment it filmed back and forth, arching in a crude, primordial inquiry; then homing straight for the doctor, whose jaw hung down in a rictus of shock, it disappeared from view.
Jag känner inte till den andra historien. Bara om de två berättelserna verkligen var i samma antologi, här är några av de antologier där "halsbränna" har uppstått: