Day of the Comet — Text and Context
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There had been a cabinet meeting and now the President of the United States was seated alone in his study. He picked up his phone and asked, "How about that call to the Kremlin? Why the delay?"
The operator said, "The Premier was busy on the phone--not taking any calls, but it seems he was trying to get through to you. May I connect him, sir?"
The normally harsh voice of the Russian Premier was oddly quiet and pensive. "Mr. President?"
"Mr. Premier. I was trying to get through to you."
"They told me. How--how are things there? How are your people taking it in the United States?"
"Very well. They are stunned, naturally, and I'm sure quite a few of them don't believe it. It will take a little time."
The Russian Premier chuckled with a note of wistfulness. "That's exactly what they will have--very little time."
"We haven't told them. We thought it best."
The President sighed. "We stick to our ideologies to the very end, don't we?"
"Policy can't be changed overnight. Yet great strides can be made."
"I don't think I understand you."
"I'll try to clarify. We finished our public statement Monday, setting down our position on The Stockholm Conference last month."
"The conference was a great disappointment to me--to you also, I imagine."
"Yes, and our public statement was, well, pretty bleak, but I'm changing it. I'm in the middle of rewriting it now."
"I'd like to sit down with you and perhaps readjust some of our own demands."
"I'd like to have you."
"No time now, of course."
"No, in fact the rewriting may seem futile to you but it gives me great satisfaction. A nice way to end a political career."
"Why don't you call me back and read it to me when you've finished?"
"I'll do that. Goodbye Mr. President."
Frank and Dee Allison walked hand in hand down the street. Dee had been crying but now her tears had been dried and her expression was calm. There was a wistful light in her eyes. "It could have been so much different, Frank."
"Yes darling. My fault. It was my damn temper."
"But I was always ready to snarl back. A wife's job is to--"
He squeezed her hand. "Are you afraid, baby?"
"No--no. I won't be afraid as long as you're there to hold my hand."
He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her close and they walked with the other people toward the Church.
The President of the United States put through a call to the Premier of Russia. Connections clicked into place across half a world and the Russian operator's voice came through warm and cordial. "Of course, Mr. President. The Premier's wire is always open to you. I'll ring him."
The phone was lifted instantly. "Mr. President! How nice of you to call!"
"Our previous conversation set me thinking, Mr. Premier. I want to be a part of your inspiring idea. So I'm rewriting our own statement and I suggest we make a joint public release. I think it will help the people of the world to face the end with greater dignity. The _knowing_--I think--will help."
"I'm sure it will. How soon will your draft be finished?"
"Can you give me another two hours?"
"Of course. Ring me when you're ready. Perhaps we can set up an international television hookup and appear together."
Frank and Dee Allison came out of church bringing some of the peace and the strength with them. Dee said, "I'd like to see my mother for a little while before--before--"
Frank nodded. "Of course. And I think you should drop in on her alone."
"A goodbye like this one should be said alone. You go up. I'll give you fifteen minutes and then call for you."
Dee's eyes were misty. "You're so understanding. Oh, why couldn't we have--"
Frank grinned. "Come on, angel. Heads up. Eyes bright."
They walked up the street, others around them going quietly about their business. The people were very calm.
The conference of astronomers and scientists realized their ghastly blunder at 11:59 a.m. For a long moment, there was stunned silence in the room. None of them could believe that such a progressive series of errors could have been passed from man to man and been added to by each. Through every mind went the dread of what would come out of this. In the future it would be called the greatest hoax of all time. There would be gigantic investigations. Possibly a goat would have to be found. The world would never believe the truth.
"We might as well make the announcement," someone said.
"You make it," another scientist said. "I'm leaving for the North Pole."
The story opens with Frank and Dee Allison in the middle of a vicious domestic quarrel, exchanging lines like "I never knew I could hate a person the way I hate you." Their fight is cut short when a radio announcer interrupts music to declare that Earth will be destroyed by a comet in just over two days. The juxtaposition of petty marital strife and cosmic doom sets the tone for a story that examines how people react when time runs out.
The narrative quickly expands beyond the couple, moving to a phone call between the U.S. President and the Russian Premier. Their conversation reveals that the Soviet government has not yet informed its citizens, while the President notes that Americans are "stunned" and many do not believe the news. This Cold War framing suggests that even at the end of the world, ideological differences persist.
A Quarrel Interrupted by Doom
The opening scene is deliberately mundane: a husband and wife trading bitter words. Dee speaks through clenched teeth, and Frank snaps back. The radio announcement—delivered in a "calm, impersonal voice" that gives it "a flavor of grotesque unreality"—forces them to stop and stare at each other. Frank initially thinks it is a gag, but Dee recognizes the commentator as John Kalmus, a credible source. The story does not describe their marriage beyond this fight, but the timing suggests that the comet's arrival will force them to reconsider what matters.
Notice how the author uses the radio as a plot device: it cuts off music, not conversation, and the announcer's detached tone contrasts with the couple's raw emotion. The exact time of destruction—1:42 on Sunday—is given immediately, creating a precise countdown. The story also mentions that weather disturbances and tidal catastrophes will occur beforehand, but the comet's speed will prevent prolonged suffering. Dee's response—"At least that's a blessing"—is a small, darkly pragmatic remark that hints at her character.
The Cold War Reaches Its Final Hour
After the domestic scene, the story shifts abruptly to a cabinet meeting and then to a phone call between the U.S. President and the Russian Premier. Both leaders are trying to reach each other simultaneously, a detail that underscores their mutual suspicion even now. The Premier's voice is "oddly quiet and pensive," and he asks how Americans are taking the news. The President replies that many do not believe it and will need time—to which the Premier wryly notes, "That's exactly what they will have—very little time."
The Premier admits that the Soviet Union has not told its people, saying "We thought it best." The President sighs and observes, "We stick to our ideologies to the very end." This exchange is the story's most direct engagement with Cold War tensions, suggesting that national secrecy and rivalry persist even when the planet faces annihilation. The excerpt does not reveal how the call ends or what actions follow, leaving the reader to wonder whether cooperation or further conflict ensues.
What the Excerpts Leave Unseen
The provided text cuts off after the phone call, so the story's middle and ending are unknown. Based on the opening, several questions arise: Do Frank and Dee reconcile? Do they spend their last hours together or apart? Does the story return to their perspective, or does it follow other characters? The catalog subject "Spouses -- Fiction" suggests the marriage is central, but the Cold War phone call introduces a political dimension that may or may not intersect with the personal plot.
The story's word count (4,769 words) indicates it is a short story, likely published in a magazine (the source is Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy, October 1956). The estimated reading time of 21 minutes means the narrative is compact. Readers should pay attention to how the author balances the intimate and the global, and whether the comet's arrival actually occurs or the story ends before impact.
Voice and Structure: A Swift, Ironic Tone
The author uses a brisk, matter-of-fact style that undercuts the melodrama of the premise. The radio announcement is described in clinical detail, and the President's sigh carries a note of weary resignation. Dialogue is clipped and often ironic: Dee's "At least that's a blessing" and the Premier's chuckle are examples of dark humor. The story does not dwell on descriptions of the comet or the science behind it; instead, it focuses on human reactions.
Structurally, the narrative moves from a private quarrel to a public announcement to a high-level political conversation. This escalation suggests that the story may continue to widen its scope or, conversely, return to the couple. The lack of any character descriptions beyond their words leaves the reader to infer personalities from dialogue alone. The author avoids explaining why the comet was discovered only two days before impact, treating the premise as a given.
This story is best approached as a character study in a compressed timeframe. Pay attention to how the author uses the countdown to create tension without relying on action sequences. The Cold War context is not merely background but an active element in the plot. Because the excerpts are incomplete, readers should note whether the story resolves the couple's conflict or leaves it open-ended. The brevity of the work rewards close attention to dialogue and shifts in perspective.
I remember that 1956 couple, their anger dissolving into two borrowed days. The comet makes everything personal, yet somehow vast. A similar quiet kinship lives in Underground Movement — Reading Notes, where private margins whisper against the cold weight of history, reminding me how much of our living happens in the pause between headlines.
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