 How does Glmpauszn change throughout the story?
A Gleeb for Earth By CHARLES SHAFHAUSER Illustrated by EMSH India, China, England, everywhere. Now you have them. In two days I, Glmpauszn, will be born. I have attuned myself to a fetus within the body of a not-woman in the not-world. So I must communicate with you by what the not-world calls "mail" till we meet. I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury of facts from indirect sources. He does not know he writes it. You must never know of my exact location, for the not-people might have access to the information. I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from the pod on the gateway into its crib and will be its exact vibrational likeness. This is the only way I could arrive in the room where the gateway lies without arousing suspicion. I will grow up as the not-child in order that I might destroy the not-people completely. All is well, only they shot this information file into my matrix too fast. Glmpauszn Wichita, Kansas June 13 Dear Joe: Mnghjkl, fhfjgfhjklop phelnoprausynks. There is no way of describing to you in not-language what I had to go through during the first moments of my birth. My not-mother (Gezsltrysk!) I learned the following day that the opposite component of my not-mother, my not-father, had been away riding on some conveyance during my birth. He did not arrive till three days after I was born. They apprehended him on the stairs and I heard him babble something about my being a monster and no child of his. My not-mother appeared at the doorway and instead of being pleased at the progress of my growth, she fell down heavily. From now on I will refer to not-people simply as people, dropping the qualifying preface except where comparisons must be made between this alleged world and our own. It is merely an offshoot of our primitive mythology when this was considered a spirit world, just as these people refer to our world as never-never land and other anomalies. In simple terms then: I crept into a cave and slipped into a kind of sleep, directing my squhjkl ulytz & uhrytzg ... As I said before, floods of impressions are driving into my xzbyl ...
 he begins to enjoy the customs and ways of humans
 his hatred for humans continues to grow  he begins to enjoy the customs and ways of humans  he gets smarter and more powerful  he begins to love women and money