[Editorial] half way -> halfway

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 			<p>“You’re going to take off anyway, Captain?”</p>
 			<p>“Sure,” said Kroll quietly, looking at the sky. “Sure.”</p>
 			<p>“How’s the protective computator on board your ship?”</p>
-			<p>“Not so hot. Bad, in fact. It might conk out before we get half way through the asteroids.”</p>
+			<p>“Not so hot. Bad, in fact. It might conk out before we get halfway through the asteroids.”</p>
 			<p>“That’s not good,” said Nibley.</p>
-			<p>“It’s lousy. I feel sick. I need a drink. I wish I was dead. I wish we’d never started this damned business of being damned pioneers. My family’s up there!” He jerked his hand half way to Jupiter, violently. He settled down and tried to light another cigarette. No go. He threw it down after the other.</p>
+			<p>“It’s lousy. I feel sick. I need a drink. I wish I was dead. I wish we’d never started this damned business of being damned pioneers. My family’s up there!” He jerked his hand halfway to Jupiter, violently. He settled down and tried to light another cigarette. No go. He threw it down after the other.</p>
 			<p>“Can’t get through the asteroids without an asteroid computator to protect you, without that old radar setup, captain,” said Nibley, blinking wetly. He shuffled his small feet around in the red dust.</p>
 			<p>“We had an auxiliary computator on that repair ship coming from Earth,” said Kroll, standing there. “And it had to crash.”</p>
 			<p>“The Martians shoot it down, you think?”</p>

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@@ -521,7 +521,7 @@
 				<p>“You’re lying. That is very bad, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Lantry. The truth is far better. The truth is, is it not, that you are dead and, being the only one of your sort, were lonely. Therefore you killed people to have company.”</p>
 				<p>“How does that follow?”</p>
 				<p>McClure laughed. “Logic, my dear fellow. Once I <em>knew</em> you were really dead, a moment ago, really a⁠—what do you call it⁠—a vampire (silly word!) I tied you immediately to the Incinerator blasts. Before that there was no reason to connect you. But once the one piece fell into place, the fact that you were dead, then it was simple to guess your loneliness, your hate, your envy, all of the tawdry motivations of a walking corpse. It took only an instant then to see the Incinerators blown to blazes, and then to think of you, among the bodies at the morgue, seeking help, seeking friends and people like yourself to work with⁠—”</p>
-				<p>“You’re too damned smart!” Lantry was out of the chair. He was half way to the other man when McClure rolled over and scuttled away, flinging the sherry decanter. With a great despair Lantry realized that, like a damned idiot, he had thrown away his one chance to kill McClure. He should have done it earlier. It had been Lantry’s one weapon, his safety margin. If people in a society never <em>killed</em> each other, they never <em>suspected</em> one another. You could walk up to any one of them and kill him.</p>
+				<p>“You’re too damned smart!” Lantry was out of the chair. He was halfway to the other man when McClure rolled over and scuttled away, flinging the sherry decanter. With a great despair Lantry realized that, like a damned idiot, he had thrown away his one chance to kill McClure. He should have done it earlier. It had been Lantry’s one weapon, his safety margin. If people in a society never <em>killed</em> each other, they never <em>suspected</em> one another. You could walk up to any one of them and kill him.</p>
 				<p>“Come back here!” Lantry threw the knife.</p>
 				<p>McClure got behind a chair. The idea of flight, of protection, of fighting, was still new to him. He had part of the idea, but there was still a bit of luck on Lantry’s side if Lantry wanted to use it.</p>
 				<p>“Oh, no,” said McClure, holding the chair between himself and the advancing man. “You want to kill me. It’s odd, but true. I can’t understand it. You want to cut me with that knife or something like that, and it’s up to me to prevent you from doing such an odd thing.”</p>

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 				<p>“Ahh!” wailed the knowing voices from the cliff. They were watching death. Sim jerked his head up, smiling mechanically, foolishly as if caught in the act of doing something silly. “No, no,” he insisted drowsily, and got back up again. There was so much pain he was all one ringing numbness. A whirring, buzzing, frying sound filled the land. High up, an avalanche came down like a curtain on a drama, making no noise. Everything was quiet except for a steady humming. He saw fifty images of Nhoj now, dressed in armours of sweat, eyes puffed with torture, cheeks sunken, lips peeled back like the rind of a drying fruit. But the wire still held him.</p>
 				<p>“Now,” muttered Sim, sluggishly, with a thick, baked tongue between his blazing teeth. “Now I’ll fall and lie and dream.” He said it with slow, thoughtful pleasure. He planned it. He knew how it must be done. He would do it accurately. He lifted his head to see if the audience was watching.</p>
 				<p>They were gone!</p>
-				<p>The sun had driven them back in. All save one or two brave ones. Sim laughed drunkenly and watched the sweat gather on his dead hands, hesitate, drop off, plunge down toward sand and turn to steam half way there.</p>
+				<p>The sun had driven them back in. All save one or two brave ones. Sim laughed drunkenly and watched the sweat gather on his dead hands, hesitate, drop off, plunge down toward sand and turn to steam halfway there.</p>
 				<p>Nhoj fell.</p>
 				<p>The wire was cut. Nhoj fell flat upon his stomach, a gout of blood kicked from his mouth. His eyes rolled back into a white, senseless insanity.</p>
 				<p>Nhoj fell. So did his fifty duplicate illusions.</p>

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 			<p>“No, honest. You ask her. It was something⁠—well, she’s just a scaredy-pants.”</p>
 			<p>The ring of children drew in around Mink where she scowled at her work with spoons and a kind of square shaped arrangement of hammers and pipes. “There and there,” murmured Mink.</p>
 			<p>“What’s wrong?” said <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Morris.</p>
-			<p>“Drill’s stuck. Half way. If we could only get him all the way through, it’ll be easier. Then all the others could come through after him.”</p>
+			<p>“Drill’s stuck. Halfway. If we could only get him all the way through, it’ll be easier. Then all the others could come through after him.”</p>
 			<p>“Can I help?”</p>
 			<p>“No’m, thanks. I’ll fix it.”</p>
 			<p>“All right. I’ll call you for your bath in half an hour. I’m tired of watching you.”</p>