Let’s slice of a couple more strips from Tales From The Tomb Vol. 5 No. 2, March 1973. Let’s begin with a main course: The Devil’s Machine, with artwork by Walter Casadei.One quick question, do scientists in movies and stories ever have competent, loyal lab assistants? Ever since Dr. Frankenstein’s flunky mixed up the brains, it’s been pretty slim pickings. About Devil’s Machine, Table of Contents tells us: ”Journey into worlds of terror locked in a frame of blood, flesh and bone.” I like that. It says it. I will ad only some simple sound effects: gag snarflechoke. Agagag!
Ever notice how everyone, when gazing at a newlywed’s diamond engagement ring, Ooohs and Aaaahs like they know quality when they see it? As if they really know a choice diamond when they see one? “Oh, that’s beeauuutiful!” Yeah, right. And said girl will nearly always hold her hand out, fingers splayed, and wiggle her fat, little digits to show it off? Shit. That’s one of life’s cherished little moments that I could really do without, thank you very goddamn much. I mean, it could be a piece of dried snot for all anyone knows. “Oh, how many carats?” we say, as if we were the carat expert now; when in fact we wouldn’t know a carat if one jumped off the floor and bit us in our rosy ass. I mean, what the . . . wait. Where was I going with this? Well, anyway, here comes a story about a diamond with art by Alberto Macagno.
Sorry about that last outburst. Really, that hardly ever happens anymore. Honest. Next time, we’ll wrap up this lovely issue of TFTT with “The Open Grave” and “Terror on Station One.”