Publisher's Synopsis
The telescreen lit up promptly at eight a.m. Smiling Brad came on with his usual greeting. "Good morning-it's a beautiful day in Chicagee!" Harry Collins rolled over and twitched off the receiver. "This I doubt," he muttered. He sat up and reached into the closet for his clothing. Visitors-particularly feminine ones-were always exclaiming over the advantages of Harry's apartment. "So convenient," they would say. "Everything handy, right within reach. And think of all the extra steps you save!"
