Final Gentleman Clifford D. Simak After thirty years and several million words there finally came a day when he couldnt write aline. There was nothing more to say. He had said it all. The book the last of many of them had been finished weeks ago and would be published soon andthere was an emptiness inside of him a sense of having been completely drained away. He sat now at the study window waiting for the man from the news magazine to come looking outacross the wilderness of lawn with its evergreens and birches and the gayness of the tulips.And he wondered why he cared that he would write no more for certainly he had said a greatdeal more than most men in his trade and most of it more to the point than was usual andcloaked though it was in fictional garb hed said it with sincerity and he hopedconvincingly. His place in literature was secure and solid. And perhaps he thought this was the way itshould be - to stop now at the floodtide of his art rather than to go into his declining yearswith the sharp tooth of senility nibbling away the bright valor of his work. And yet there remained the urge to write an inborn feeling that to fail to write wastreachery although to whom it might be traitorous he had no idea. And there was more to itthan that: An injured pride perhaps and a sense of panic such as the newly blind must feel. Although that was foolishness he told himself. In his thirty years of writing he had done alifetimes work. And hed made a _good_ life of it. Not frivolous or exciting but surelysatisfying. He glanced around the study and thought how a room must bear the imprint of the man who liveswithin it - the rows of calf-bound books the decorous neatness of the massive oaken desk themellow carpet on the floor the old chairs full of comfort the sense of everything firmly andproperly in place. A knock came. Come in. said Harrington. The door opened and old Adams stood there bent shoulders snow white hair - the perfectpicture of the old retainer. Its the gentleman from _Situation_ sir. Fine said Harrington. Will you show him in It wasnt fine - he didnt want to see this man from the magazine. But the arrangements